LET
Sarah was pacing slowly around the empty barren class room which she recognised as MG11, rubbing her temples to try and ease the headache she had. Alex was walking with a faster pace, more aggressively, more impatient, she was looking at the ground, and her eyes were the type of furious that seems like it's been covered with a blanket in an attempt to hide it. Chiara was slowly turning her head around the room, glaring at the camera, examining the blank class room, attempting to understand why there was nothing around, why the only noticeable feature of the room was the ominous red word.

"That's it!" Alex snapped, she swung her body around and started to violently bang on the cold iron door. "Let us out! What the fuck! LET US OUT!" Alex screamed. She took her attention from the door and redirected it towards the flashing red camera. Jumping and clawing at the camera in pointless attempts as it was situated too high for her to reach. Sarah rushed over to her side as soon as she could, desperately attempting to stop her jumping and flailing around by grabbing her waist and pulling her down onto the ground.

"Alex, stop, it's ok, we are going to find our way out, just shhhhh" Sarah lulled Alex into her arms, Alex finally calming down and embracing Sarah's touch, breathing heavily.

"I️ know..." Alex sighed, she rolled out of Sarah's arms and composed herself, fixing and smoothing her summer uniform. Alex glanced towards Chiaras general direction, only to notice that she had been watching the ordeal the entire time, sighing and shaking her head in disapproval, brushing off Alex's break down.

"Jesus Christ Alex" Chiara whispered under her breath, and turned back to figuring out their situation. "This word has to mean something. Let... Let..." she let out a sigh, desperately trying to understand the secret meaning behind the word, waiting for the jolting realisation that she was sure would arrive soon. "I can't figure out what it means, but I️ think we should be focusing on why we are here" Chiara said, turning around and curiously looking each person up and down.

"How would we know? We are just as confused as you are!" Alex said, looking accusingly towards Chiara. Sarah could sense tension building between them, and decided to step in before this petty argument turned into something that could potentially ruin their chances of escape.

"Guys, come on, let's try to figure this out together" Sarah said, walking over to the old paint, joining Chiara. Alex followed closely behind, still slightly cautious of Chiara, not yet willing to trust her entirely, she seemed too... ok with the situation.

THE
Saskia was attempting to hold back her tears, however to no avail. Her cheeks were wet as she leaned her head back into the wall, sitting as tight to the corner as she could, wanting to melt away from this nightmare. Maybe if she closed her eyes hard enough or pushed herself into the walls long enough, she would open her eyes and she would be back in her bed, and no longer in the dim, cold, itemless room, laughing at herself for being so scared by a little dream.

Izzy had previously tried to comfort her, putting a hand on her back and offering a shoulder to cry on, but Saskia was a mess, and nothing Izzy could do would help Saskia while she was in this hysterical state. Izzy was trying to stay calm, counting her breaths, thinking of rational thoughts, and avoiding eye contact with everyone. She was trying to stay in her own world, hugging her knees to her chest and rocking slightly forward and backward and forward again. It helped, but occasionally the real world shook her, and terrifying thoughts seeped into her mind.

Abigail was sitting cross legged directly across from the wall that had 'THE' crudely painted across the white bricks of M315, for no one dared lay on the wall that had the death beckoning writing. Abigail eyed the word for what seemed like an eternity, going through multiple scenarios, trying to find any and every possible meaning behind it. The word itself was so harmless, a simple 'The', however those three letters caused shivers and goosebumps to shoot throughout the three girls.

Abigail thought it Could possibly be an acronym, or maybe the real message is written underneath the paint, or maybe the colour has a secret meaning, or possibly the positioning of the letters in the room and on the wall. However Abigail spoke nothing of her ideas, and refused to move so she could further investigate the situation, for she feared that if she voiced her thoughts the situation would become all too real. If she just stayed quiet and hushed the thoughts away, the room would dissipate and she would float out of this mess, but her words would act like super glue, keeping her cemented to this hell, setting off a horrible plan, putting some sick game into motion. So she simply sat there, aimlessly staring at the paint, until some turn of events would arrive and save them, some way or another.

GAMES
"It's obviously something you did!" Jemima screamed, on the verge of either tears or a fit of rage.

"Why would it be my fault?! If it was anyone's fault it would be yours!" Olivia hissed back, moving her hands through the air to make herself seem bigger, because she knew that Jemima was obviously taller and more intimidating than her.

"My fault?! MY FAULT?! That's hilarious! Why would I️ have done this?!" Jemima retaliates, yelling and breathing heavily and with eyes filled with an uncontrollable rage building up inside her. Olivia began to speak but Jemima cut her off. "You know what? Who cares why we are here! If your so smart why don't you figure us all a way out of here!" Jemima stared at Olivia and waited for an answer. Olivia gave up trying to reason with Jemima, flung her hands up in the air out of annoyance and decided to walk away into the corner of M410, shaking her head at how narrow minded Jemima was being.

"Why don't we try breaking the windows again?" Sophie said through a quiet and forceful voice. Sophie was panicking, pacing backwards and forwards trying to calm herself down, however the constant fighting between Olivia and Jemima didn't help.

"We all ready tried that, it didn't work. Obviously the glass has been reinforced or some shit like that" Jemima piped up, speaking to Sophie as though she was and alien and couldn't understand English. Sophie cowered away into herself and continued her pacing, thinking of all of the possible outcomes of this situation, all of them continually ending in a cruel death. Jemima went back to the wall that had 'games' plastered across it. She looked at it with confusion and fury, and begged it, even dared it to explain itself to her, to give her some sort of reason or understanding, to shed some light into their mind and even into the dark room.

"What the fuck does this even mean any way" Jemima spat, pushing herself off of the wall with both hands, "Games, just games. This is so stupid".

Olivia walked over to her side rested her shoulder on the wall, tracing the letters with her eyes. "Who Cares at this point, if we are going to live we are going to live, we know that someone is watching us through that camera, so if they want us to die why haven't they done it already?" She reasoned more so with herself than with Jemima, but this caught sophies attention. Olivia peaked over at the camera through the corner of her eye, almost as if to let the people watching know that they know.

"That's true" Sophie said, still shaking from fear. "We are obviously here for a reason, otherwise they would have just murdered us, I️ mean why go through all of the effort of getting us here if they just kill us in the end." This thought comforted Sophie, the thought that this was all part of a grander scheme where all would be revealed. It made sense to her, and sense made her feel safe.

"Well who ever is running this show better make a move because I'm getting very angry being locked up in this classroom." Jemima mumbled, staring daggers into the cameras eye.