Today, after I cried to the librarian about missing study hall, I got chased by Mr. Neck into the Seniors' Wing. I was in foreign territory where No Freshman Has Gone Before. I soon could hear Mr. Neck. I turned a corner, opened a door, and sepped into darkness. I felt the wall next to the door until I found the lightswitch. I didn't stumble into a classroom; it's an old janitor's closet. The closet is abandoned-it has no purpose, no name. It is the perfect place for me.
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