Ever been in an elevator? Of course you have. I'm sure almost everyone has. Well, here's a little story about my encounter with an elevator on the last day of school last year.
             It was the last day of school. You could smell the excitement in the air. YES! Finally we could go home for the summer. Everyone was crazy out in the hall. You could tell no one really want to be there, not even the teachers. I walked into my English class and sat down right next to my best friend, Melissa. We began talking about what we were doing after school that day.
             "Hey, maybe we can hang out," suggested Melissa.
             Then the bell tardy rang. Wow! I couldn't believe that would be the last time I heard that bell in this class this year. At times it seemed like that class just went on and on, but then at other times it seemed like time just sped by.
             "Alright you guys. Since it's the last day of school and none of us really want to be here, you can just leave. Just don't get into any trouble," Mr. Graff told us.
             Melissa and I looked at each other; we were in total shock! We can what?! He can't be serious. I know as soon as we walk out of here, he'll code blue us or something. Well, maybe he is serious. People are leaving now and he's not doing anything about it. I guess it's worth a try. Simultaneously, we got us and cautiously walked towards the door. "Are you serious, Mr. Graff? You won't mark us truant or anything right?" I asked, still not sure if this was for real or not.
             "Why would I do that? If you don't leave right now I will mark you truant." Not wanting that, we hurried out of the classroom before he could change his mind. This, being our first time "skipping", we weren't quite sure what to do. So we just slowly wandered around the school for about twenty minutes trying to stay out of Scuba Steve&apo
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