“Girls, would you be so kind and bring down these notes down to the office for me?” asked the teacher. Samantha smiled and took the bunch of papers. Then, she smiled at me as we got closer to the door. I watched it close slowly but surely. Hoping that is wasn’t sound proof so someone could catch Samantha in the act. I made sure I kept a distance from her as we walked down to the office. You probably think I’m loony for being so scared of Samantha and her dad. But, if you were me, you’d know how it feels to have the pressure on your chest. I made it down to the office in one piece when Samantha grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and shoved me into a janitor’s closet. Was the janitor her uncle and was in on the plan, too? This may not seem like a big deal to you, locked in a janitor’s closet. ! could care less! I could miss class, relax! And just wait until someone finds me. But no, not for me, I’m claustrophobic. I tried opening the door but she locked it somehow. But then she slipped a note under the door.