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Grade
10

We had been waiting for him to find us for so long now. We sat, swallowed by darkness. We knew from older games, you mustn't even make the smallest of sounds, that even shuffling the clothes hangers could give up our hiding space. The little boys and girls whose mouths never stopped moving, sat unnaturally still. We knew the others had been found already from the commotion outside the closet door. The only barrier besides the jammed door was the coat of our teacher, who lied in the middle of the hallway, with a bullet lodged in his chest.

State
Connecticut
Zip Code
06066