Excuses..Excuses

I was on my way to English class like any normal day but for some reason this was not a normal day. I was just about to enter the English hallway when I was approached by a teacher named miss. Clouser. She walked right up to me and handed me two envelopes, one thin and one thick. Once they were in my hands she ripped my book bag off my back and pushed me in the direction opposite the English hall. I began running down the hall, finally looking at the envelopes, one was addressed to me and the other to President Obama. I quickly tore into my envelope to find a small letter, with written instructions on it. The instructions were simple, take the car outside and get this envelope to the president. I ran down the hall towards the entrance to the school when the Principal came out of nowhere. I ran up the wall, and flipped over his head. Then I ran towards the door, pushing it open as hard as I could. It just would not budge, so I did the only thing a kid my age would do. With the principal nearly right behind me I jumped to the wall and pulled the fire alarm. The halls were suddenly filled with thousands of screaming kids, erupting in an explosion of teenage drama. The doors were suddenly open, I flew out to the car only to realize, I got locked out. So here I am telling you what happened, hoping that you will believe me.
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