"Open the door!Please,let me out of the storeroom!"shouted

"Open the door!Please,let me out of the storeroom!"shouted Thalia.Thalia was locked in the storeroom by the school bullies,Travis Stoll and Connor Stoll.She tried to brake the ....

door handle, but it was useless. She could already start to feel the tears stinging her eyes as she futilely banged on the door, desperate for someone to let her out.

then the floor started pushing up. "My God," she cried blasphemously, for she had not one iota of God in her heart. The floor were all trap doors, every inch of it, pushing up.

Not for nothing did something other than God put her through training bra hell. It had been the perfect preparation for this very moment. The trap doors were a metaphor not God was

placing to catch the fucking possum holing up under the front porch. Midst throes of training bra hell, she bricked up the porch when the parents left and set it aflame. She danced

in the ashes with glee. Then she noticed her parent's car behind the shed. OMG, she thought, maybe they had been in the house.She heard a chittering. She turned to see the possum,

also dancing, and picking his teeth with a matchstick. Behind the possum she could just make out her parents by the light of the house fire. They too were dancing, and drinking

Aqua Velva on the rocks. When the fire truck came, Pa was fully aflame. Barney Rubble, the fire chief, cried, “Wet T-shirt contest!” and turned his hose on Ma, knocking her down.

I could’ve sworn I saw the whole thing with my own eyes, or I saw it on the 11 o’clock news, last night. I’m not sure. When I woke up this morning, I was wet and covered in soot.