Chapter II: Locked
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Our school was a fairly large square building consisting of three floors, and a basement floor, which was referred to as the tech wing. I had always found this rather curious as the music corridor was on the same floor; however it never bothered anyone else so I just kept my mouth shut. A rather rare silence as I often pointed out many interesting observations on my part. My mother hated this.
As we walked up the cement sidewalk to the front entrance we made a strange observation.
“Aren’t the lights usually on?” I mused, running up the stairs; I
