Light, Light

Good Morning Everyone!

They woke to the sound of their reckoning.

"Good morning everyone! Today is gonna be a great, great day!"

The voice was scratchy and discordant, and mixed with the horrible quality of the mic and sound system, was enough to make them want to lose their hearing. A lot of them clasped their hands desperately over their ears, or reached out to cover them with pillows that weren't there.
Only then did they realise where they were.

It was a room. A cramped iron room with a concrete floor, without a single feature except the ominous door before them and the various kids sprawled on the ground as if they had just been bowled over by a hurricane.
Everyone noticed that they happened to be a certain group, all shaking on the cold floor without an inkling of what was going on. A friend group at their school, quite hastily named the 'Meme Team', or the 'Meme Table', depending on who you asked.
But this situation didn't feel too humourous.

The first one to shakily get to their feet was Molly. She was reasonably tall (but not too much), red-headed and with a sense of hope and bravery.
Her eyes were fearful as she uttered a phrase, "W-Where are we?"

A rhetorical question was the only option in a time of intense uncertainty and fear. Of course, there were no answers as they all stood up and tried to find their bearings.

"I have no idea. Fuck, what's going on?" Bella exclaimed, as she fearfully analysed her surroundings. She shivered, despite the heat.
Actually, now that they were a little more aware of their surroundings, they released how hot it was. Because of their nationality, they knew of intense temperature all too well, but this was just like a 35 degree day, and there were inside.

"Why is it so hot?"
This was uttered by Matilda. The reply came from Hannah.
"Could it be... An oven?"
Matilda frowned, "What do you mean?"
Her reasoning was quickly picked up by Jason, "This room is iron, or some other metal, right? If it were to be heated by some outside source..."

Lexi whispered, "We'd be roasted alive."
Though the stakes had already been high, this was the next level. They could... Die? The idea was so ridiculous, so absurd...
Yet so undoubtedly real.

Thomas hastily stepped forward, attempting to open the door. He swore as the heated metal burnt his skin immediately. His hand was now bright red, blisters and peeling skin.
"Holy shit... Are you okay?" Bella quickly stepped forward and examined the wound, followed by the rest.

"Seriously?! You shouldn't have touched that with bare skin!" exclaimed Sherry.
"It's done now, we can't reverse the past. But we can shape the future. C'mon, we need to get out of here as quickly as possible," Lena said.

Then she swiftly took off her jacket and wrapped it around her hand in as many layers as possible. Then, she immediately swiped the handle and kicked open the door with as much force as she could muster.
Luckily, through some contraption installed in the door, it clicked into position and didn't move from it's widely open position.

They rapidly filed through the door.
Into someplace a bit less immediately terrifying,

Someplace even more dangerous.