You’ll Never Believe…

How many of you know about my friend Philip? His name is actually albert, though. I bet you didn’t know he has peacock themed scales and really pretty wings, did you? Now you must be wondering what Philip is, exactly. Well, I’m proud to tell you Philip is my pet dragon. He is in my backyard right now taking a anap. You’d think my neighbors would notice a 500 foot dragon in the yard, but I guess not. I bet you all want to know how I got Philip. And let me tell you, I am not metally derranged, when I say I went back to the middle ages to save him from the dragon tamers.   There are crazy gnomes involved so I bet your hooked now. And yeah, I will admit my fists were pretty useful during that meeting. I could even throw in an ogre if you want. It’s a really good story. And it rewarded me with a pet dragon! Unfortunately he can’t give me rides to and from school because his wings are made of feathers and he won’t let anyone touch them. So anyways…the story of how I got Philip….(actually, I Might be lying, but I guess you’ll never know will you?)

CHAPTER ONE:

I needed a way out.
I can tell you one thing about math class: it’s boring.
I needed a way out. I raised my hand.
"Yes?" the teacher called out.
"May I use the bathroom?" I said as innocently as I dared.
        Yes, I was actually going to use the bathroom as a way out.
While it may seem like I do this on a regular basis, I assure you, I have never, ever done this before. I mean, with five minutes of class left, what was I going to miss?
"Uh-huh. Yeah. Just take the bathroom-pass." the teacher said, clearly too absorbed in teaching something about equations.
I gathered my stuff and tried to leave as quickly as possible without seeming to anxious. When I stepped out of the classroom, a blast of clean air hit me. It was so suffocating in that room.
Or maybe, I thought  I just hate math class. I started to head into the direction of my locker to put my books away, but I saw a teacher heading my way, eyeing the bathroom pass.
Crap.
 I quickly ran into the bathroom before he could say anything.
When I shut myself into one of the stalls, I understood why the teacher had given me a funny look. In my rush to get out of math, I grabbed the boys bathroom pass.
Great. Tres Magnifique.
I sat on top of the toilet and slipped out my phone to check the time. Despite ditching (the last five minutes of) math class, I was not going to break the rule of no cellphone usage during school hours. Although, technically, I wasn’t usingthe phone. I merely took it out of my pocket to…admire it.
I think that’s a good enough alibi. 
Whatever. The phones time read 12:14.
One minute til the bell rang. 
My mouth was feeling pretty dry, so I took out a stick of gum and started to chomping it. 
Eventually I did get bored. I mean, there is only so much to keep you entertained in a freaking bathroom stall.

 I thought Well, Ive been in here long enough. I should probably get back to class.
I hopped off the seat and just as I was about to unlock the door, I heard someone come in. I peered through the crack an nearly had a heart attack. A guy had come in.
I wasn’t even going to go through denial and think he had come in the girls bathroom by accident. My luck was already pretty horrible,(-actually, my luck was so bad, it could not possibly get any worse than it already was)so I didn’t doubt I was in the boys bathroom.

On the bright side…um..well at least the bathroom pass I took was meant for the bathroom I was in…
Oh my god. This was not helping. 
Then I heard the guy leave. I figured I should make a mad dash for the exit when…
Rriinngg.
Stupid bell. 
Why does everyone hate me?? I better make the most of my time in here. I knew people used the bathroom most during the switch in between classes. And considering the fact I’d made a fool of myself already, it would be best to hide out in here until…would forever work?
I sat on back down when I noticed  poster staring to peel on the wall. 
Score. 
Well at least I have something to do in the mean time!
 Uggghh. I can’t believe I was getting happy about a crummy poster!! You definitely know you’re pathetic when you get happy about a ratty

old poster, in the boys bathroom, freaking out. My god, what has my life become? What’s next? Liking ( and eating! )the cruddy cafeteria food? 
Oh the horror.
I looked back up at the poster. Something about it kept gnawing at me. I sighed and stood up fingering the crumbling paper. I when I touched the edges, one of the corners fell off. There was clearly something behind it.  
Trying to make the least amount of sound as possible, I tore off the rest of the poster. Behind it stood a 3 foot wide tunnel.
The end of it was not in view. The best thing to do would be to ignore the tunnel, put the poster back onto it, and uietly leave without drawing attention to myself.
Well a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.
I picked the poster back up…
And started crawling through the tunnel. 
When I got in far enough, I used the poster to cover up the tunnel again. It took, like, ten minutes. 
Talk about a waste of time. It was a good thing I brought my stuff with me because to get to the end of the tunnel was taking a really long time. 
I expected it to lead me somewhere like the boiler room, where I would  sneak out and head to fifth period.
 I can tell you, the place it lead me was most definitely not the boiler room.
 I’m kind of wishing, right about now, that I gave in to my claustrophobia because from where I stood, I was plainly obvious, I was not in my school anymore. Heck, I don’t even know if was in Ohio anymore… Or even the 21st century. 
Before me stood the middle ages.
Also known as the time of the black death, or the bubonic plague, or just simply, the plague.
Remember when I said my luck couldn’t possibly get any worse?
I stand corrected.