MRL

Visibility: Clear
Length: Long and involved
Triggers: Hmm....

When I got to school there was a girl student who had been caught smoking a drug called Benzedrine. It was an oil that came in a glass vial and you held the vial in a special metal holder and inhaled it. It was extremely dangerous to possess and this girl was getting in MASSIVE trouble - to the point where she might be executed. But this was one of my favorite students and I wanted to help her - so when I walked by her, she slipped a few vials of this drug into my hand and I put them in my pocket. But suddenly I was terrified. If the school found out I had them, I would lose my job and be deported.
I went to my bedroom and put them in a bag of other stuff and hid the bag underneath my bed. But then a whole bunch of teachers walked in and started discussing the punishment for the girl student. While they weren`t looking, the girl said to me, `Iiyada, bedo no shita wa!` (Don`t put it under the bed!) But the teachers heard her and asked me, `Put what under the bed?` I said, `Oh, she just told me it was dark under the bed and its impossible to see anything.`
I needed to find a better place to hide these vials since there were dogs and policemen searching everywhere around the school for other people with drugs.
I went to a stationary store in a weird futuristic-looking city and I told the woman that I needed some sort of container. I had all my things, including my laptop, in my backpack and there were college students and travellers running all around this city. The woman and I were flirting heavily and she said that she was going to lock up early - with the intention that we would go home together. I said I really needed to find a container so I said I would go to another store and come back when she had locked up. I went to a different store but they were already locked. When I looked back at the woman`s store, I saw her and an Israeli college student who worked selling crepes kissing in the crepe store. I thought, `Well, she changes her mind quickly.`
All this time I just felt the anticipation of smoking the drugs in my pocket. I wanted to find a quiet place without the danger of being caught.
Eventually it was day, but it was a few months later and I was with my supervisor after having come home from a trip. He took me to the stationary store but we found it was abandoned and half that city block had been destroyed.
The drugs were still in my backpack, but they were at the front of this motorboat waiting for us on the flooded streets below. Then a boy swam up to the boat, grabbed my bag and dove back in just as I reached him.