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Post by Gerrit Cole on Mar 8, 2015 2:04:39 GMT -5
I walked down the halls to where Professor Fairchild was holding his study session. I had to miss a good day with Kaley. Again. But then, Kaley walked into the room. "What're you doin' here?" I ask her. "I came here because I had nothing else to do." She responded. Then, 3 more people walked in. Kathryn, Seth, and Christopher. "Oh, great. What are you guys doing here?"
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Post by River Song on Mar 9, 2015 10:33:06 GMT -5
Seth simply shrugged "I pranked this kid. They caught me. No big deal." Seth walked into the room and sat down.
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Post by Cecil Palmer on Mar 9, 2015 10:45:16 GMT -5
Christopher wheeled into the room of the new professor who was having a study hall. He saw Seth, the new kid, Sean, and Sean's wife girlfriend, Kaley, already in the room. "hullo," he said, quietly, smiling.
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Post by -khan_locked- on Mar 9, 2015 13:07:40 GMT -5
Victor was about to walk into his room under the alibi of a new professor. He paused for a moment when he saw familiar faces. One was Aaron, and the other was a boy who he had nearly killed. It had been years since Victor had seen him, but he remembered the face. The other people in the room were unrecognizable.
Crud. If they recognized him, they would kill his alibi. Luckily, he looked different enough from the last time he had seen either that he would (hopefully) be unrecognizable. His hair was longer, and a ginger shade, and he wore thin-rimmed glasses. Still, he would avoid facing the two boys as much as possible. He pushed open the door and walked in.
"Hello," he said, trying to disguise his rusty baritone voice a bit. "You must be here for study hall."
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Post by Gerrit Cole on Mar 9, 2015 20:53:28 GMT -5
"Isn't it obvious?" I say to Professor Fairchild, when suddenly an unfamiliar voice filled the school. "I need to certain Christopher Holland to come to the main office." (refer to: Murder; by Phoenix) I looked over at Christopher, who was astonished to hear his name. "Eh, you gonna go?" Then I looked back at the other 3.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 10, 2015 10:50:53 GMT -5
I decided there was going to be some kind of yearbook in the main office. I practically ruined the office trying to find it. I decided looking through a yearbook with some four thousand kids would take too long. Perhaps the Principle would know. But then I'd have to find him. Ugh. I'll just wait for someone to come by.
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Post by Gerrit Cole on Mar 10, 2015 12:49:19 GMT -5
"Professor Fairchild? May I use the restroom?" He nodded, and I left, passing by the office on the way there, when I was stopped by a strange man. "Hey, kid, can you tell me where a Christopher Holland is?" I looked at him, and said clearly, "He's in the room down on the left." The man looked at me. "Hey, thanks kid." And he started walking towards the room.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 11, 2015 10:08:21 GMT -5
That was easy. I went to the room down on the left. The door was an old wood, it looked as if it wanted to be kicked open. So I did. I kicked it with a grim smile. The door practically shattering felt so good. It was almost like glass. "Which one of you in here is Christopher Holland?"
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Post by Gerrit Cole on Mar 11, 2015 13:09:06 GMT -5
I came back, and the man was holding a gun yelling, "Where's Christopher Holland?" I looked, said, "Excuse me," and snuck by. "So, eh, Chris isn't here, it seems." While I was gone, Christopher had snuck under the desk in the room.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 12, 2015 8:45:29 GMT -5
No one was answering me. I decided to ask with force. I took my iron hand concealed with a white glove onto the teacher's neck against the wall. "Allow me to rephrase, where is he?" I smiled the grimest smile. I gripped his neck. He will tell me, if he doesn't tell me in time, there's a good chance of death.
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