*Michael*

Allary suddenly screamed, and Michael jumped, leaping up from inspecting the desk.

"Travis, you fuckfaced little shit!" Allary yelled, lunging at him.

Travis laughed and ran down the hallway. Allary took off after him screaming threats, her long, wavy red hair flying behind her like a cape.

'Maybe it's time I talk to Travis about what he says and does to Allary. This is the second time in less than five minutes that he's harassed her.' He thought, shaking his head.

Michael thought that Allary's respect for him must've dropped a few points because he almost always took Travis's side. What he didn't understand was how Madison didn't notice what her boyfriend was doing, and if she did, why she didn't care. She'd simply looked up and scoffed when Allary had chased Travis down the hallway. Isabelle and Evan were poking around the metal detectors. Isabelle was super shy and didn't speak often, and she'd been that way for as long as Michael could remember.

"Hey, Michael!" Evan called, turning around.

"Yeah?" He called back.

"The doors are locked."

"You're kidding."

"See for yourself."

Michael walked over and pushed on the door. It didn't give. The same thing happened when he pulled on it.

"Oh, you've gotta be fucking me." He yelled, running his hands through his brown hair in frustration.

"We're trapped in here?!" Madison exlaimed.

Isabelle had gone paler than usual, and she nervously began to play with a lock of her short, light brown hair, her light green eyes wide in fear.

"No, no, no, nonono!!! I can't be fucking trapped in here!!! I have so much to live for!!! I'm too pretty and popular to die!!!" Madison shrieked.

"Okay, one, chill. We'll find a way out. Two, we're not gonna die. And three, looks and popularity do not matter in life, unless you plan to become a model." Michael sighed.

And then screams echoed down the hallway.