Ella was sitting in her Creative Writing class. 15 minutes had passed and still no teacher. Everyone had left except Ella's best friend, Charlie. "Ella, wanna take a free?" Charlie prodded. Ella's stomach squirmed. She'd just failed her bio practice test. But she knew Charlie needed a distraction from his latest rejection...and he'd done so much for her.
OMG! I'm going to jail!
Calm down, people skip all the time.
Do you hear that?
Ella had nearly made it to the Caf when she caught the unmistakable sound of loafers on tile, paired with the scent of stale coffee that drifted from the faculty room. She imagined the piercing sun in the hallway burning her college apps like a looking glass to an ant.
Ella skidded into the library and dragged Charlie along. Charlie dug his fingernails into her arm. "Listen," he urged. Ella heard a low, gurgling voice. ."...it's almost complete. There have been delays, but it's functional. Yes, the small one in the left hall. It'll bring armies from hallway across the cosmos."
So the legend is true...
Locker 67...it must be...
For years, Ella had heard rumors of locker 67. It was always unassigned, but years ago it had been; whoever got the locker mysteriously vanished. And now, with the resurgence of disappearances...there was no time to waste. Ella sprinted through the left hall, and there it was, surely, outlined in a faint green. "I'm coming for you," Ella murmured, and threw herself into the gaping black hole.