(b (I ‘Don’t stop, make it pop. D.J, blow my speakers up. Tonight, I’mma fight ‘till we see the sun light. Tick, Tock—one the clock. With the party—don’t stop it, no—Oh, whoa, whoa, oh. Oh, whoa, whoa, oh.’

~Theme Song~

In the white room she was held down my metal hand cuffs that were much too tight around her wrists. Quietly waiting for her lunch, she heard the sliver of an opening at the plastic door creek. Inside popped a tray full of food and a single (I plastic) fork. “Come get your lunch,” said the Nurse, her face hidden from the outside. It was to keep their identity a secret from her, that way they’d be safe-- (I er.) She could hear the sound of footstep fading, meaning that the nurse was leaving her alone again. Just then the hand cuffs opened to let her stand and grasp her food, now that everyone was out of harm’s way. She stood herself and didn’t bother to grab the food. It was the normal stuff—the kind of thing that you couldn’t recognize enough to tell what you were eating. She learned that the food may have been poisoned, so she never actually (I ate) it.

Suzuko. Her name was Suzuko.
Picking up the small plastic fork and scanning over it (twisting her hand every here and there to look at every side of it) she looked up at the clear plastic ceiling, to see a clock over-head. The clock said a time that made a smile wipe over the Suzuko’s lips. At the moment she was wearing the same thing as all the other prisoners were. A bright orange one-piece suit that smelt like crap even (I before) she had to wear it. They only washed it once a (I month.) She always wondered why they treated everyone else so much better. Oh, wait. She knew that answer already. Just then she swatted her hand holding the (I plastic) fork and it slammed (I into) the plastic door. It vibrated at a fast frequency for a while and then Suzuko kicked it just right, enough force and so precise that the door shattered right there.

Right when it happened an alarm went off, red lights flashing everywhere. A large speaker in the corner sounded, “Suzuko Akashiya is escaping! She’s escaping! Stop her this instant!” But it was too late. With her type of speed she simply zipped through the doors—she already knew that her best friend would be coming to help her escape. They were planning it. It was hopeless for anyone to try and stop her now, she was already half-way there.

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