It was rather simple: we stayed in the computer room late on a Friday afternoon to finish a project that each of us was working with individually. One hour became three, all the pupils seemed to be going home and so did the librarian, so she gave me the key to lock the library up when we wanted to go home and did not need the books we were using (she trusted me so much that she does not remember this anymore). Me and the girl were chatting a bit, but not too much. She had a deadline and had to print the text she was working with somewhere in town because she wanted it to be in colour, so her mother was waiting for her in a car outside the school.
All of a sudden, the girl put her hand on her heart and said: "I am sensing that something is going to happen! My heart is pounding really fast!" She stared at me, I stared back in what I thought was a much calmer way and almost immediately, we both heard three sounds from far away: beep, beep, BEEEEP. It was rather clear: the alarm was activated at the bottom floor.
We calculated the outcomes quite quickly: we had water in the restrooms, so we could survive the weekend and we had our jackets, so we would not freeze to death. We had our cell phones but once we ran out of battery, we could use the computers and not the least, we could use the library for entertainment because I had a key. I also tried to find out which company that guarded our school - the company's name is usually displayed on stickers on the windows, at least in villas. I did not find any, so I called one of the most known ones, which turned out to not be responsible for our school. The nonenthusiastic person on the other end did however enlighten me that it would cost us just as much to set the alarm off as to make the guards come and save us: 2,500 crowns.
My teacher in political sciences - his job was basically to entertain us with stories about the world and about himself - told my class quite recently that he had been at the school on a weekend because he was supposed to guard some studens tha were writing a test and had set of the alarm by entering the code, since the same code is used to set it off and on. This made some guards come to the school and push him up against the wall asking what he was doing with all the kids around, so with this story in mind I happily told the girl:
"I know who to call!"
For some reason, I was keeping the list with all the teachers' phone numbers in my locker and luckily, it was on the same floor as the computer room we were in. I called him up, explained the situation and asked:
"Do you know what the alarm system is like? Is it like 'Mission Impossible' [or 'Ocean's twelve']? With lasers that we can crawl trough?"
He was in fact very happy that I was calling, but for the wrong reasons. "Locked in, you say? Really?" he said with a bit too much joy in his voice and then lost interest. "No, you should be calling the headmaster."
HIS number I did not keep in my locker. Instead, the girl seemed to have it saved on her phone. By this time, her mother was listening to a concert on the radio and just waited for us to come out, it was too late to print any papers now. I had called up my mum too, who took it rather calmy. "Ah", she said when I told her I did not know when I would be able to get home. She then called me up: "Have you seen this paper of mine, where could it be?"
The story ends well. We got out at 9 p.m. methink, with the help from the janitor who had to cycle many kilometers from home to let us out. The girl's mother got to hear the entire concert - it lasted for several hours - and I wrote a poem that I recited at the last day at school.
En fredagskväll blev jag inlåst här en gång.
Jag skrev just färdigt mitt projektarbete när jag hörde larmets elektriska sång.
Ännu ett pip, ett avslutande tjut -
inte förrän nio på kvällen kunde jag komma ut.