Out of the Closet in 1st Grade

I went to #30 school for first grade. Every morning I walked by myself down Otis Street to the school. There were always a bunch of kids outside the door waiting to get in. The older mature (10 years old) security guards wore their safety belts guarding the doors. No one was getting past them until it was time to go in.

One morning when I got to the doors there was no one there. Not one kid was outside. I was super late. Or so I thought.

I ran through the doors and down to my first grade classroom. It was completely empty. I wasn't late, I was early.

Instead of going back outside to wait for other kids to show up, like a normal person, I decided to climb into the coat closet and sit on the floor and wait.

I don't know how long I waited in the dark on the floor, but eventually I heard kids coming into the room. I nonchalantly slid the closet door open, stepped out, hung up my coat and sat down.

If I looked suspicious, no one ever said anything.
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Out of the Closet in 1st Grade

I went to #30 school for first grade. Every morning I walked by myself down Otis Street to the school. There were always a bunch of kids outside the door waiting to get in. The older mature (10 years old) security guards wore their safety belts guarding the doors. No one was getting past them until it was time to go in.

One morning when I got to the doors there was no one there. Not one kid was outside. I was super late. Or so I thought.

I ran through the doors and down to my first grade classroom. It was completely empty. I wasn't late, I was early.

Instead of going back outside to wait for other kids to show up, like a normal person, I decided to climb into the coat closet and sit on the floor and wait.

I don't know how long I waited in the dark on the floor, but eventually I heard kids coming into the room. I nonchalantly slid the closet door open, stepped out, hung up my coat and sat down.

If I looked suspicious, no one ever said anything.
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