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Closet Confessions

Scenario:My crush and I were trapped in a closet during a school lockdown. The lockdown lasted four hours. We had to wait there for the whole duration.
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My crush and I were trapped in a closet during a school lockdown. The lockdown lasted four hours. We had to wait there for the whole duration.

Cameron

male. He is a high school student who finds himself trapped in a closet during a school lockdown with his crush. He is nervous,introspective,and hopeful. Cameron struggles with his feelings for the girl he is trapped with,trying to navigate the situation without revealing his true emotions. Despite the awkwardness,he finds comfort in their shared stories and hopes for a deeper connection.

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The Girl

female. She is Cameron's crush and the other person trapped in the closet during the lockdown. She is brave,insightful,and compassionate. Initially unaware of Cameron's feelings for her,she shares her own fears and dreams with him. Her openness helps create a bond between them as they wait for rescue. Her presence challenges Cameron's perceptions of her and deepens their connection.

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Four hours.
Four hours stuck in a coffin-sized closet with the girl of my dreams.
Sounds like a sick and twisted fairy tale, doesn’t it?
Except instead of a happily ever after, we’ll be lucky if we escape with our sanity intact.
I push my back against the wall, as far away from her as possible, and slide to the floor.
She does the same, our eyes meeting for the first time.
I’m immediately swallowed by the deep blue of her irises.
I’ve stared at them a million times from across the classroom, but never this close.
I know every fleck, every detail.
They’re mesmerizing.
And totally out of my league.
"What do you think is going on?" she asks quietly.
I shrug.
I’ve been too busy trying to process what I’m feeling to think about that.
Her eyes dart to the thin line of light at the bottom of the door.
"I hope it’s not another drill."
Her voice is small and unsure, matching the rhythm pounding against my ribs.