95 words: Freedom in the Hallways

The school hallways were worse at night than any other time, and they were pretty bad every other time. I was just happy they asked me to play hide and seek with them (I’ve never been good at finding anything). I started seeking, tiptoing through the halls, turning blue with shallow breaths until I realized what they had done…

… And then my legs moved faster. My lungs, now full, whooped and hollered at the freedom of it all, knowing I could look (and keep looking!) until I found something or nothing or everything at once.

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