The first thing I felt was a cold hard surface.

Next thing that i felt were ropes tied around my hands and ankles, my mouth was also retrained as well as something being on my head, blocking my vison in the process.

I stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating my situation.

After a moment or two i came to the perfect conclusion of what i should do next.

"MHPMHPAHHHSBOOBBSHUMPMHPAHH-"

I mean was i supposed to not scream?

I can already feel all you readers screaming that I'm stupid and what not, but you have to admit that you would probably do the same.

Anyways, after a few minutes of screaming and thrashing around i suddenly felt the container shaking, so ofcourse i did the logical thing that any rational person would do.

I summoned my inner billy goat, chewed up the cloth on my mouth, and started yelling curses in Hebrew and Yiddish at the person shaking my cold metal box of imprisonment.

Well i wasn't technically yelling curses, it was mostly random words that one of my older customers would say when they spoke on the phone with their relatives.

Back to the topic at hand, after a few minutes of screaming curses i realized that the container stopped shaking.

I stopped cursing, well i think it was anyways, and shut up, trying to hear if the person was gone.

When i realized that the person had left, and i couldn't hear anything on the other side, i decided to just try to get out myself.

Trying to feel around the back pockets of my skirt for my backup switchblade, i found it, and started the tedious effort of slowly sawing through the ropes that held my hands captive in their tight, strong grasp, not wanting to let go of the warmth of my gentle hands, they caressed my wrists as i slaved away, cutting them up fiber by fiber.

Once i broke through the last peice of rope, i took off the bag over my head, and spit out the remaining fabric in my mouth.

Once that was done, i started cutting up the rope on my ankles and legs.

I looked around the small space...it was small...

I suddenly noticed a hint of light shining onto the wall to my left, it was dim, but it was still light.

I looked up to see three small slits, I'm not sure why but they reminded me of something.

It was only when i looked directly above me did i realize i was inside a locker.

I stopped sawing at the ropes that held my warm legs tight in their strong and commanding grasp, not wanting to let go, scratching up my silk like skin.

I dug around my front pockets, looking for my bulky scissors. I usually used them when i needed to cut fabric, but they also worked on metal, so long as it was thin enough.

I reeled back my hand as far as I could, trying to get the most amount of momentum possible, before shoving my arm forward with all my remaining strength.

Luckily the metal of the locker door was thin enough that the scissors went clean through.

I pulled the scissors out, and carefully started cutting the door open so that i could escape from the small space i was in.

Once i had finished cutting the giant hole in the metal door, i used the scissors to cut up the rest of the ropes.

When i was sure that there wasn't any rope left around my body, trying to bind me, i crawled out the hole that i had made, and stretched.

As i did that, i looked around at my new surroundings, it seemed to be some sort of classroom.

It looked very run down, almost as if it hadn't been used in a long while. I'd say maybe around a year, looking at how much dust was on some of the desks.

As i continued looking around the metal plates on the windows caught my eye.

Armed with my sissors in hand i aproched one of the large metal plates, and started stabbing it over and over again, but to no avail.

I noticed the giant bolts on the plates that seemed to be what kept all of them shut and in place.

Even if i wanted to i probably wouldn't be able to move them, maybe if i looked around Abit more i would find either another exit, or some sort of giant bolt remover.

I scanned the classroom some more, but after not seeing anything else really catch my eye, i decided to leave.

As i was about to take a step forward towards the door i had just spotted, a loud noise that sounded like a school bell started to ring.

*Ding dong, bing bong*

Suddenly a static like noise sounded from a screen that had just popped up in front of my eyes, on screen was a silhouette of what resembled either a bear or a chipmunk.

The silhouette suddenly started to speak, or well i assumed it did by the fact that the noise was now coming from the screen infront of me.

"Ahem! Ahem! Testing, testing! Mike check, one two! This is a test of the school broadcast system!"

"Am i on? Can everyone hear me? Okay, well then...!"

The voice that came out of the screen was so...happy. i don't really know how else to describe it, it was kinda weird that they would have such a cheery person in charge of speaker duty.

But well it's all probably to get the students super pumped up or something insperational like that.

"Ahh, to all incoming students! I would like to begin the entrance ceremony at...right now!"

A sudden thought struck me at the silhouette kept talking, saying something about a gym.

They had said 'sudents' in a plural sence. That only meant one thing, there were more people.

That meant aside from the one person that i had scared off, there were more people, more people that possibly knew what the hell was going on.

Armed with my previously discarded switchblade, that i had used to cut the ropes that chained me to the confined, small space of the locker, i made my out the door with only one thought in mind.

'Why does this always happen to me...'