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skepticgirl_1) wrote2017-09-18 03:10 pm
skepticgirl_1) wrote2017-09-18 03:10 pm
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and I don't wanna sit still
Usually I wasn't a big fan of field trips. They tended to be boring, awkward excursions that never taught us anything worthwhile and just gave people an excuse to socialize without the teacher being able to stop them. Which wouldn't have bothered me, in the past, had I had someone to socialize with, too. But when the new girl was going to be the gone girl in six months, no one really paid me much attention. That was fine by me. If only the field trips were interesting enough to distract me.
But this, this was different. I didn't have any friends in this class (yet), but I did have friends, and I could sneak peeks at my cell phone and send texts every so often. I wasn't doing a whole lot of that, however, given that this field trip was to a place called DARKLab. DARKLab. Had no one in marketing noticed this? Did the board of directors really think it was a good thing to say they controlled a dark lab? Either a whole lot of people had a very dark sense of humor or there was something going on here. I chose to investigate the latter.
Peeling off from my group was easy enough. There were too many of us for only a teacher and two parent chaperones who didn't know what they were doing with this many teenagers. I innocently slipped into a bathroom, waited for everyone to forget about me, and then headed straight for a door that said "Employees Only."
I stopped abruptly in front of the door because, of course, it was locked and, of course, it was a card key lock, not anything I could pick.
I hesitated and spun in a slow circle, wondering what alternative route I could use.
But this, this was different. I didn't have any friends in this class (yet), but I did have friends, and I could sneak peeks at my cell phone and send texts every so often. I wasn't doing a whole lot of that, however, given that this field trip was to a place called DARKLab. DARKLab. Had no one in marketing noticed this? Did the board of directors really think it was a good thing to say they controlled a dark lab? Either a whole lot of people had a very dark sense of humor or there was something going on here. I chose to investigate the latter.
Peeling off from my group was easy enough. There were too many of us for only a teacher and two parent chaperones who didn't know what they were doing with this many teenagers. I innocently slipped into a bathroom, waited for everyone to forget about me, and then headed straight for a door that said "Employees Only."
I stopped abruptly in front of the door because, of course, it was locked and, of course, it was a card key lock, not anything I could pick.
I hesitated and spun in a slow circle, wondering what alternative route I could use.