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The final bell rang throughout the school building. Soon the halls flooded with students eagerly making their way out and to the comfort of their homes, some on their way to after-school jobs. Others, off to procrastinate in other means. While everyone rushed out, Blake stayed behind in his trigonometry class a few more minutes longer, pretending to be stuck on his assigned worksheet. After waiting the patiently for the halls to become near silent he grabbed his already packed bag and was out the door as he slapped his paper on the teachers desk with it being completely finished.
Making his way down from east hall to west hall without the flow of students in it would've been a cinch to get to in less then a minute or two, but there was one problem with that... Mrs. Johnson. She sat there in a desk at the end of the east hall double-doors, most likely waiting for him to come to detention, she stood between him and his exit down east hall.
'Aaannnddd of course she would... He laid against the the sides of a row of lockers. He thought about going around through the other end of east hall, but the door to east hall was usually locked due to certain
activities by other students, but it was mainly a spot to where the students could go do and say whatever they please without watchful eyes and ears keeping tabs on them, that or the outside garden, but he didn't need to think about that, his main priority: West Hall, Janitors Closest.
The was one way he was going to get by her quickly... he needed to use his abilities. So with a plan in action, one that he hoped not to use as his main fallback plan, he started to feel a rush waft over him. His eyes soon dilated and his vision began to focus with a wider range as his body felt pumped, getting the feel of adrenaline coursing throughout him. He felt faster and stronger.
'Okay, okay! Let's do this! Lets go!' He got off the side of the locker, then started to bolt down the hall. It took only six seconds for him of get through the hall, past Mr. Johnson and into west hall, but not without a gust of wind blowing past his teacher, riffling her hair as well as letting out a small squeal in surprise by the sudden gust of air. He moved as a near blur through the school halls.
'Yes, yes, yes! Now who's waiting on who! Hahaha-' *BANG!* While fuel pumped with adrenaline, Blake was looking back and gloating on about his small victory over his teacher, this had been a mistake on his side as he didn't pay full attention to where he was going as he ran head-first into a door... The janitor's closet door...
He fell backwards onto the ground, grabbing at his aching head.
'Ah, my damn head!' He sat up cradling his now throbbing head and looked up to what he had ran into.
'Well what do you know, I here.'
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