Room 208

You run to room 208. Paint brushes and trays are scattered all over the desks in the room. A dark looking character is standing at the front of the class. You smell paint fumes, your senses are heightend. You are now convinced you're a grade A student capable of achieving eternal glory. You pick up the brush and start creating the next Mona Lisa as you feel the darkside inspiring your creative abilities. Time passes and you beging to feel normal. You look down and realize the picture you have made is recycled glue and looks like gandolf the white. You freak out arms flailing, the picture falls and shatters on the floor. Devestated with the loss of your masterpiece, you run out of the room crying and run to a closest door across the hall. You hear a strange ominous sound coming from inside the room and open the door to enter.

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