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Post by Briony Balters on Nov 4, 2007 17:19:30 GMT -5
"Merlin." Briony yelled to her self. A storage closet is where she was standing. As she looked around her surrounding, she noticed this particular storage closet was almost empty. The only thing that stood in the closet was to crate boxes, at least seven brooms and a shelf filled with junk. She took a seat on one of the crates and tried to make best of this situation. The only place in her school were she could be alone and think to her self was a storage closet. Lately everyone was just so busy, catching up. And really, Briony tried her best to avoid those dreadful conversations of what you did during your summer vacation. Briony put it this way, if it was that important you would of heard of it. News travels fast, in this case Gossip.
Tapping her hand against the crate, she heard a huge crack. Seconds later she found her self falling threw the box. Sitting there, her eyes widened. She was stuck in a bloody box. Trying to pull her self out, sh was defiantly stuck. Reaching for her wand, she let a out her frustration. Her wand was just out of reach. There was no way magic was going to save her right now.
As she began to think, she heard the door open. Her face becoming red in embarrassment. She made sure to own it. Instead of sitting here stuck in a box, and making people thik she didn't care.
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