[b]"I think I can get this."[/b] Solomon said, cracking his knuckles and pushing the door with all his might.

It moved about an inch.

Isabella gave a small clap of her hands, [i]"My hero!"[/i] she cooed sarcastically, shortly being replaced with a laugh. [i]"Well, you tried Sol."[/i] she complimented. He did get it farther than she had, and that was saying something! Looking around she noticed a few other students sitting against the wall next to the entry way and was surprised at the number of them still here after hours. Was it a teacher's duty to make high school like prison, or did that just come with the experience?

 [i]"Did you guys try getting out as well?"[/i] Isa asked curiously, looking between the small group that was forming. A boy with his laptop who she had seen quite often, the one and only foreign exchange student in the school, and a young woman with a worried look upon her face. What a motley crew. [i]"I mean, of course you did."[/i] Isa commented again before they could answer back. [i]"What kind of person would come to the door and not try to get out?"[/i] she exclaimed, her hands again doing most of the work in the conversation. She also wondered if any of these people were the one smoking earlier, but the smell didn't seem so strong this way. 

Her hands fell to her hips as she spoke her next words, [i]"Well, what the hell do we do?"[/i]