"Trust me on this one, it'll be for the worse if you go in there! Something's happening inside!" Ms. Olive insisted.
"Oh nothing dangerous will happen at all, trust me. If anything you'll find it a very enriching, learning experience!" Ms. Klinewood said, staring down Olive and her son. Grabbing her son's arm, Olive began to run for the both of them. Klinewood nearly shook her head in disappointment.
"What a shame. I would have liked if you both because proper parts of this facility without struggle. Very well than." With a snap of an absolutely perfectly manicured finger, all the doors opened again and whole rows of perfectly remade, proper orderly students poured out in drones. They marched like machines single file.
"Come teach us Ms. Olive. But you'll have to be properly 'fixed' first." They said in Unison.
Ms. Olive screamed and tried to make a run for it, as students on both end peacefully walked to the other ends of the hall closing in her. Could she make it?
