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MidReal Story
Their Broken Prince
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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Jaxon Tate
male. He is a high school student with a passion for music. He is anxious,introspective,and humorous. During a school lockdown,he finds himself trapped in a closet with his crush,Emily. They share a humorous and tense moment,waiting for the allclear. Jaxon reflects on his feelings for Emily and the awkwardness of their situation as they try to make light of a dangerous and uncomfortable predicament.
Emily
female. She is a fellow high school student with a shy and quiet demeanor. She is nervous,sweet,and slightly awkward. Her presence in the closet during the lockdown causes Jaxon to feel a mix of emotions,including attraction and nervousness. Emily tries to make light of the situation with humor,but she also shows moments of vulnerability. Her interactions with Jaxon reveal their shared tension and awkwardness in their crush on each other.
School Administration
nonspecific. They are responsible for implementing safety protocols during a school shooting drill or incident at Jaxon's high school. They are authoritative,cautious,and decisive. A school administrator leads the evacuation and containment procedures,instructing students to stay away from windows and exit doors. The administration's actions highlight their concern for student safety and their efforts to manage the crisis effectively.
I hated school shooting drills.
Okay, maybe "hated" was a bit too strong, but they definitely made me uncomfortable.
I got the whole "safety first" thing, and I was more than willing to follow the rules when the alarm sounded and the principal told everyone to evacuate to a safe distance away from the building.
But sometimes it felt like they were being overly cautious, like when they trapped everyone in the building for hours on end.
Four hours, to be exact.
That was how long it took for the all-clear to sound.
Four hours was a long time to sit in a classroom, waiting to see if someone was going to come bursting through the doors with a gun.
It was even longer when you were trapped in a closet with your crush.
I still can’t believe I let Emily talk me into hiding in the supply closet with her.
I mean, I could have just gone out into the hallway and waited for further instructions.
But she looked so scared, with her big brown eyes wide and her small frame trembling, that I couldn’t resist her.
She tugged on my hand and dragged me into the closet, closing the door behind us and leaning against it as if she thought someone was going to try to open it right that second.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She nodded, swallowing hard.
"Yeah."
I could hear her shallow breathing, and her fingers were still clutched around mine.
It was a small closet, with shelves of cleaning supplies lining the walls.
We had to stand close together, our shoulders touching, in order to fit in there.
I tried not to think about how good it felt to have Emily so close to me, but it was impossible.
She was warm and smelled like vanilla, and I could feel her heart pounding against my side.
We stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity, waiting for the sound of footsteps outside the door.
Finally, we heard the first set of feet walking down the hallway.
Emily’s fingers tightened around mine as she listened to them pass by.
Her eyes were fixed on the door, as if she expected someone to burst in at any moment.
"Are you sure you’re okay?" I asked again.
She nodded again, her eyes still fixed on the door.
"Yeah," she said softly.
The footsteps outside grew louder, and Emily pressed herself further into the corner of the closet, pulling me with her.
A mop handle dug into my back as I tried to give her more space.
The fluorescent light seeping under the door illuminated her face in thin strips as she looked up at me, her breathing shallow and quick.
When the handle of our closet door rattled, Emily's fingernails dug into my palm.
I could feel her whole body tense against mine.
The door creaked open, and we both held our breath, bracing for whatever came next.
The door stopped halfway, revealing a sliver of the hallway.
I strained to see who was there, but only shadows moved.
Emily's hand squeezed mine tighter, her n##s digging deeper.
We stood motionless, barely breathing, as the footsteps retreated.
Slowly, the door closed again, leaving us in darkness.
"Did you see who it was?" Emily whispered, her voice barely audible.
"No," I replied, trying to steady my own breathing.
She hesitated, then said, "I think... I think it might be Mr. Thompson."
I leaned closer to Emily, whispering, "We'll be okay," feeling her warmth against me.
Her breath hitched, and she nodded slightly, her grip on my hand loosening a bit.
We stood in silence, the only sound our quiet breathing and the distant murmur of voices in the hallway.
I shifted, trying to ease the pressure of the mop handle against my back, and accidentally brushed against Emily.
She gave a small, nervous laugh, and I smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Why would Mr. Thompson be here this late?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
Emily hesitated, then whispered, "I overheard him talking about some secret project."
My heart skipped a beat as I processed her words.
"Are you sure?"
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Emily nodded, her eyes wide with fear.
"Yes, I'm positive. He said something about it being 'highly classified' and that he couldn't trust anyone else."
I swallowed hard, trying to process what she was telling me.
"What could he be working on that's so classified?" I asked, my mind racing with possibilities.
"I don't know," Emily replied, her voice trembling.
"But I know he's been acting strange lately. Always disappearing into his office for hours at a time and being really secretive about what he's doing."
I nodded, remembering how Mr. Thompson had been acting strangely over the past few weeks.
It was like he was hiding something from everyone.
As we stood there in the darkness, waiting for whatever was happening outside to pass, I couldn't shake the feeling that Mr. Thompson's secret project was connected to the lockdown.
But how?
And what could it possibly have to do with us? The sound of footsteps grew louder again, and Emily tensed up beside me.
I squeezed her hand reassuringly as the closet door opened once more.
This time, a sliver of light illuminated Mr. Thompson's tense face.
He looked around cautiously before spotting us huddled in the corner.
His eyes widened slightly before he quickly composed himself.
"Mr. Thompson!" I called out, my voice shaking slightly.
He stepped closer, his expression still tight with worry.
"What are you two doing here?" he asked gruffly.
"We were... uh... looking for a place to hide during the lockdown," I explained hesitantly.
Mr. Thompson nodded curtly before glancing around nervously again.
"I need to go," he said abruptly before turning to leave.
"Wait!" Emily called out, her voice laced with desperation.
"Can you tell us what's going on? Why is there a lockdown?"
Mr. Thompson paused at the door, his shoulders tense with unease.
"I'm sorry," he said without turning around.
"I can't talk about it right now."
With that, he disappeared out of sight, leaving us stunned and confused in the closet. "What do we do now?" Emily asked, her voice filled with uncertainty as we emerged from the closet into the crowded hallway of our school.
The fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie glow on the sea of worried faces that surrounded us.
"We need to find out more about this project," I said, determination creeping into my voice.
Emily glanced around nervously, then whispered, "But how? We can't just walk into his office."
I nodded, considering our options. "Maybe we can find someone who knows more or has seen something unusual."
