What I am about to tell you, is a mystery I cannot solve. I will try to reiterate this experience as thorough as possible.
I was walking through the hallways at Acton and West London College, desperately trying to find a room labeled B204. At this point I have been searching for over 20 minutes, when I spotted who looked like a professor.
I calmly approached him and nicely asked him "Could you please direct me to room B204?". The professor stared at me with a somewhat disoriented expression on his face. I said, "Excuse me? Sir?". The professor had an upset look on his face at this time, and he swiftly walked passed me and down a flight of stairs. I followed him.
The stairs lead to Wing B, I was still unsure where he was going, but I was hoping that he was leading me to the room I required access to. The professor stopped in mid-stride, turned around, and looked me in the eye once again. I asked him, "Is room B204 in this wing, sir?". The professor blinked, slightly irritated, the professor turns around and continues walking down the hallway. I proceed to follow him, unknowingly of where he was going. The professor approached an oak wood door. This door looked quite different from all of the other doors in the hallway. The professor opened the door.
The room was of an odd design, the walls and interior were lined with what looked like heat-resistant metal :wtf: . There was another door across the room, this door seemed to be possessing the same metal as the walls of the room. The professor opened the mysterious metal door, and beckoned for me to follow him. Quite nervous, I followed him into a room that looked very similar to the one we were just in.
The professor closed and locked the door. I questioned him, he yielded no response. At this point, I began having doubts for following this professor, completely unaware of what will happen in this room. Then I heard it. The sound of muffled screams, rustling, and unusually loud rumbling filled my ears. Thirty minutes passed. The sounds have all stopped, an awkward silence filled the air. The professor motioned towards the door, and began unlocking. He opens the door.
What lay before me was a bit of a shock, to say the least. The air was filled with ash, the building was entirely mutilated from what seemed like some form of explosives. As I slowly peer down at my former fellow college mates, I realize what the "professor" has done for me. He walked out of the room without a single word. I did not know where he was going, but I did know one thing... That "professor" saved my life. I went home to talk to my family about this. I told my mother what happened. She got scared, and said "You're moving with your aunty and uncle in bel-air" I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and there was dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, but I thought Nah forget it, "Yo home to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight,and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To fill my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
I was walking through the hallways at Acton and West London College, desperately trying to find a room labeled B204. At this point I have been searching for over 20 minutes, when I spotted who looked like a professor.
I calmly approached him and nicely asked him "Could you please direct me to room B204?". The professor stared at me with a somewhat disoriented expression on his face. I said, "Excuse me? Sir?". The professor had an upset look on his face at this time, and he swiftly walked passed me and down a flight of stairs. I followed him.
The stairs lead to Wing B, I was still unsure where he was going, but I was hoping that he was leading me to the room I required access to. The professor stopped in mid-stride, turned around, and looked me in the eye once again. I asked him, "Is room B204 in this wing, sir?". The professor blinked, slightly irritated, the professor turns around and continues walking down the hallway. I proceed to follow him, unknowingly of where he was going. The professor approached an oak wood door. This door looked quite different from all of the other doors in the hallway. The professor opened the door.
The room was of an odd design, the walls and interior were lined with what looked like heat-resistant metal :wtf: . There was another door across the room, this door seemed to be possessing the same metal as the walls of the room. The professor opened the mysterious metal door, and beckoned for me to follow him. Quite nervous, I followed him into a room that looked very similar to the one we were just in.
The professor closed and locked the door. I questioned him, he yielded no response. At this point, I began having doubts for following this professor, completely unaware of what will happen in this room. Then I heard it. The sound of muffled screams, rustling, and unusually loud rumbling filled my ears. Thirty minutes passed. The sounds have all stopped, an awkward silence filled the air. The professor motioned towards the door, and began unlocking. He opens the door.
What lay before me was a bit of a shock, to say the least. The air was filled with ash, the building was entirely mutilated from what seemed like some form of explosives. As I slowly peer down at my former fellow college mates, I realize what the "professor" has done for me. He walked out of the room without a single word. I did not know where he was going, but I did know one thing... That "professor" saved my life. I went home to talk to my family about this. I told my mother what happened. She got scared, and said "You're moving with your aunty and uncle in bel-air" I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and there was dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, but I thought Nah forget it, "Yo home to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight,and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To fill my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
