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I was with my friend <PERSON> and a couple of others. We were staying at some kind of hotel apartments. Around the hotel, there were some restaurants. One was McDonald's. I was kind of complaining that it did not have any breakfast restaurants, like Huddle House or I-HOP. I remember walking down to a sort of tent thing outside of the building and sitting on the top of the jumpy surface. We leaned over and saw some kind of huge pot with what looked like yellow foam in it. I met some more friends from my class here. Once we were done, we walked back to the building. We entered what looked like my garage. <PERSON> went through the door in front of me first. Suddenly, I dropped all of my shoes. Apparently I was holding them in my hands. I stooped down to pick up all of my shoes that dropped. I set my three bags on the floor; my purse, backpack, and a yellow duffle bag. I decided I would put a pair on, but struggled. I chose the flip flops; but I still could not put them on easily. So I just decided to grab all three. <PERSON> was waiting for me inside the door, so I better hurry. I felt like someone was watching me. I looked up. Sure enough, a boy looked at me from around the corner, then hid his face. Before he could walk away, I ran in front of him. He smirked at me. He held my backpack and duffle in his hand. "Hey!" I yelled, lurching for my bags. He stepped back. "You do not want to do that." He smirked again. "And why not?" "I have a bomb here," He pointed into something in his pocket. "That could go off at any moment if you try me." I turned around, looking for something to hit him with. But when I turned back around to face him, he was already out the door. I started to run after him, but another boy, a much taller, stronger than the other, stepped in front of me. "Seriously, do not." He said. I tried to hit him, on the neck, hopefully that could stun him. I missed because he dodged. He held up what looked like a chalkboard eraser. "Nested inside here," he said, "is another bomb. Do not mess with me." I hesitated. Then I heard the door open behind me. <PERSON> came running out, and started trying to hit the guy. We both were trying to throw punches, but he kept blocking them with his strong arms. Eventually we started kicking him, and he eventually ran away. They still had my bags though.