Sarah knew it was important that no one see her, so she ran even faster. Finally, she came to the elevator and the doors were open. Like a lead ball from a slingshot, Sarah flung herself through the open doors, pressed the button labeled “ground,” hid herself from view, and desperately waited for the doors to shut. Unfortunately for Sarah, this was an old elevator. She could hear the mob approaching.
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| “We’ve got her!” someone yelled in a wavering and slightly out-of-shape bellow. |
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| Sarah wiped the sweat off her brow and closed her eyes. Please don’t let them get me, she thought to herself. |
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| Then, the doors began to close. The mob of teachers, however, was only a few yards away. She could feel the wind of their stampede swirl through her enclosure. “Hurry!” she yelled at the elevator. |
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