You knew that the end had come, you just really wished it wouldn't come by your sister's foot, especially Britt's. Anyone else but Britt, except this one fat chick who acted like a bitch to you all the time, she would be worse. Still, dying at the hands...err, feet, of the ditzy blond! Oh, woe, a knew low.
Wait, what is this? Why, your falling! YOUR FALLING! Woohoo! Wait, the grounds tile, OH HOLY SHI-SMACK. You hit the ground face first. You groan, then shake your head. You turn around and see Brit scratching her leg with he incredibly sharp toenail. Damn, talk about a hidden wepon. That bitch might as well have switch blades on her feet.
You breathe a sigh of relief. Knowing your not going to die is such a relief. It feels like not dieing, and its become an increasingly addicting feeling. Now, you needed to decide your next action, continue to try and get Britney's attention, or go get someone else's in class. There's a purse over by that desk, owned by what you think is....Megan, Kaitlyn's younger sister. Of course, theres always just exploring.
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