**Accidentally switched narrative styles. Will fix soon.**
Before you, towering higher than any building was Ms. Charles. Her chunky build making her seem all the more huge. You couldn't help but focus on her purple leather loafers. Either one could crush you like a bug in an instant.
She stands in the doorway scanning the room. Most likely checking for anyone skipping class. You stay frozen, afraid of drawing her attention.
Ms. Charles slowly begins to back out of the room. She has a strange look of confusion on her face. She might have seen you running into the restroom. Unaware of what happened to you, your disappearance must be mind boggling.
She stopped sudden, and her eyes track down to the floor. "Shit!" You groan, realizing you've been spotted.
Ms. Charles bursts for with an explosion of speed. Her leather loafer in the air above you. You react with faster movements than you thought possible. you effortlessly dodge her incoming foot.
She zig, and zag across the floor as she gives chase. Your only escape was a drain in the middle of the floor. Ms. Charles is right on top of you, nearly crushing you with every attempt.
She attempts to stomp down in your path, but you're able run under the space in front of her heel. Diving through the tiny drain holes you make it to safety. Ms. Johnson curses above you before stomping away.
After she exits the restroom you begin to wonder how you're ever going to get help. Ms. Charles wasn't the kindest of principals, but most people wouldn't have reacted differently. You have to think someone you could go to that wouldn't crush you on the spot. Someone you could get a signal to.
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