Claustrophobia and Burnt Buildings

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           I knew I was in trouble the day I blew up my school. Trust me, I didn't try to, it just happened. I was sitting in class and they had just announced that we were going to have a fire drill. The alarms started going off and my class started filling out the door talking even though the teacher had said not too. We had gotten about halfway to the field before my teacher realized that she had forgotten to bring the class emergency bag with her.

"Jordan, will you go back to the classroom and bring down the emergency bag" She handed me the keys to the classroom.

"No, don't let Jordan go he's a clutz! He'll probably drop the keys down a sewage drain or something!" yelled Bianca a girl from my class, a bunch of kids murmured in agreement.

"What? No, I won't!" I said.

"Did you forget about last week already Jordan?" yelled Amy, another girl from my class" and the week before that, and the week before that?"

Ok, so I had caused a few accidents, but whatever, the computer I accidentally fried wasn't even that new, and the stage light that blew up wasn't even my fault! I swear. Anyway, despite what my classmates were saying I still took the keys and went back to the classroom. I opened the closet where the emergency bag was supposed to be but I didn't see it, so I stepped inside of the closet to see if the bag was hanging in the back on a coat hanger. Nobody knows this about me but I am extremely claustrophobic. So, when the door of the suddenly closed and I became emerged in the darkness I immediately started to freak out. I banged against the door but it wouldn't open. Then I started yelling and screaming for someone to come and let me out, but everyone was on the field so no one could hear me. Panic started seeping through my body and I began to slam myself against the sides of the cabinet hoping that I could somehow break it open. Instead, the entire cabinet fell sideways and a giant wave of fear burst inside my stomach as my head slammed against the wall. There was a massive bang, like an explosion, and I blacked out.

When I finally came to my senses a bright light was being shined directly in my face. I blinked and saw the shadow of someone holding a flashlight. The person, after realizing my eyes were open, straightened up and said, "Well, you sure screwed up." Then I blacked out again.

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