She could hear them on the other side of the door. Prayed it wouldn’t open. Dear God get me the fuck out of here. Please. Give me a miracle, a plague of locusts, just make this go away. She waited. No locusts. Panic. Cold sweat. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Fuck, it’s almost time. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. She swivels her head around. Looks for an escape route. There. The door on the left. Looks like an office. Maybe there’s a window. Too late. They’re starting the music. She grips the hand of the man beside her. “Are you ready sweetie?” her father asks.
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Title by: ck Wallace
Story by: Jenny
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