Most students found consolation in the last bell announcing closing hours, it was more like the bell jingling in heaven declaring eternal life, except for real it's just 17 hours of rest.
When I heard the alarming sound of the bell I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as anxiety started settling in. I had just encountered the guy in the alley and knowing I would have to work all alone home was a twisted feeling of fear and panic.
When the students started to fill out I was forced to uproot myself from the chair stalking to the door.
Once I was thrown in the unending hallway, my mind almost drove me crazy with plans to run home without the flash guy knowing.
Walk on an open field, no shut cuts. Get ready to scream if an intruder approaches too close. Also, be alerted and keep your div
