Down the Hallway
She moved through gray half-lighted hallways and passed by tall white doors where muffled voices spoke of things she had yet to explore. Behind her, fading in the distance, someone called. They were looking for her. She pressed herself against the slick white walls of painted concrete and looked for a door that offered silence and an empty place to hide while, above her, a large round clock kept a steady time.
The click clack of uniformed shoes on hard floors pressed her to action. It all came as a rush of movement. There was her hand on the doorknob. She felt it turn and pushed. The door opened slowly and she almost screamed as she drove herself against it. The click clack got louder, time on the clock ticking down. She almost stumbled as she slipped inside the room letting the door close with only the smallest of clicks. She turned then smiling in quiet triumph at the straight lines of empty desks. For their part, the desks seemed to regard her with silent equanimity as if they were still deciding what to do with her.
Her heart was beating a bit faster now. It was a feeling she was begining to like.
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