“The fog just kept on rolling onto the dance floor. They all thought it was broken!” A young girl reported.
“What did you do about this tragic event?” The reporter asked.
“There was nothing I could do. I was the only person small enough to fit through the vents. When I tried to unlock the doors from the outside I got knocked out by some whoosh of air, or something.” She lied.
This girl was just full of lies. Many of the couples inside the gymnasium were her enemies for no reason at all. Many of them noticed how polluted the fog machine was making their air supply seem. They were coughing, and racing for the doors, only to find them lock. Bombs blew up the speakers, leaving black wholes in their spot. When a math teacher walked by, all she saw was a small lonely girl without a dance partner, in a very beautiful dress.
“Why are the doors closed?” She had asked the girl.
“Because... Principal Mesh's fog machine broke, and the didn't want the fog to spread through the whole school, so the just shut the doors and opened the windows.” The girl answered.
The teacher walked off without another comment. That was the end of six hundred high school student's lives.
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