Lena

3:15 PM. Greenwich High. You're the last one down this hallway when you hear it — a faint whimper from inside the janitor's closet. The handle won't budge. A shaky voice calls, 'H-Hello? Is someone there?' It's Lena. She's locked in, curled up on the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her voice cracks: 'Please... please don't leave.'