If you haven't read my previous story then I advise you to read that before you continue. It'll make more sense, thank you. So, I promised more, and voila, I have! Now, this all happened in year five.
It was a cold winter's Wednesday. A quarter of a way into our lunch break time, I have my regular guitar session with Jasmine so we miss about ten-fifteen minutes of our computer class which is typical as I kind of enjoy computers. Why couldn't it of been maths? Back to the point, as we were only in year five we didn't have desks, we had table groups so when Jaz and I had finally got back, half of the groups had gone. Allow me to explain; the activity that our class had been doing was, in table groups, we went off to various parts of the school to take the temperature of certain rooms with this piece of equipment, I'm not sure what it's called but it was very technical, and it would send a signal to our teacher's computer. Meanwhile, the other groups were just researching a certain object.
Mr. Scott informed us that we had ten minutes to do so. We all got a chance to do it; therefore, our group could do six rooms. In my opinion the whole taking-the-temperature-thing was pretty pointless. By the time we got back, Jasmine's group had already been and so had mine. There were two groups left to go, so we were placed in them. My group was made up of Jasmine, Sam, Shaleen, Tori, Ryan and Me.
Sam chose the first room. Sam is one of those boys that gets all the girls. A player if that's how they say it. I briefly dated him a while back, he's hilarious. But now, we're just good friends. Anyway, that isn't the point. Guess where he chose, the creepy toilets. We all groaned. I was probably the most reluctant. But eventually he got us down there. As we approached; I got really freaked out, all the memories came flooding back. So I hung behind with Jasmine and Shaleen. I guess that you could say that Tori's fearless or oblivious.
Sam snapped on the dim light and started laughing at us going, "Ooooh, it's a ghost!" I rolled my eyes. As the joker Sam is, he slammed one of the cubicle doors, we all jumped and he just laughed at us. I was really annoyed and tempted to just flee. Sam walked back over to us, finally recovered from his spluttering laughing fit and snatched the temperature-object-thing off Ryan. That was when we heard it, the cubicle door slammed and I even saw the horror in Sam's eyes. It wasn't him. He was too far away. But Ryan obviously hadn't thought out the logic by going, "Dude, that isn't funny!" I was certain it wasn't Tori, she's quite a close friend of mine. She would never do that. Besides, Tori is a terrible liar. It definitely wasn't Jasmine or Shae. They were right beside me.
Sam leant against the hand-dryer, fiddling with the piece of technical junk bad idea. The hand dryer blasted it's awful, deafening whine. That was it. I was booked; I was out of the bathroom like a shot. I'm not sure why that sudden burst of the noise scared me.
Any ideas?
-Ariel-
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