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Post by Hannah on Nov 2, 2006 22:42:50 GMT
"Oh yes.. english literature calls." I smirk and wave him goodbye
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Post by Jacky on Nov 3, 2006 9:21:01 GMT
As we each retreat to our classes I half come to a stop in the long hallway. I look at the plaques on the wall, that tell of the competitions the schoolteams have won and such. On one of them I spot Ms Jackson's name - who apparently had a former class that won a national spelling contest. Geeky. I realize.
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Post by Hannah on Nov 3, 2006 11:14:54 GMT
I enter my next class and sit down next to a guy. We start chatting a bit but he doesnt seem to know anything we dont know already. It is really weird if you ask me: everyone talks about it but none seems to know more then the other ones
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Post by Jacky on Nov 3, 2006 11:58:59 GMT
If she was such a prize, why did she get shot? I wonder, as I enter the class and sit down on one of the empty seats. I open my book and pretend to be listening, but really I'm just wondering who could've had a reason to kill this woman.
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Post by Hannah on Nov 3, 2006 12:14:15 GMT
I'm happy when the class is over since it was my last class today. We need to find something that makes sense because this obviously doesnt help: sitting in class alday
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Post by Jacky on Nov 3, 2006 12:20:39 GMT
Some guy stays behind as the rest of us leave the class. The teacher told him to, cos apparently he's gotta go see the principle or whatever. Experience taught me that it's usually the kids who have trouble at school who are in one way connected to bad stuff going on, so I remind myself to run his files and see what I find. But I guess I could do that for every one of the 1500 students.
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Post by Hannah on Nov 3, 2006 12:22:00 GMT
I walk outside to the car and open it, throwing my bag into it. I guess Tom will come here too seeing there is no other way we could find eachother in this building, eventhough its a small school.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 3, 2006 12:28:15 GMT
"..said she got letters too." Some kids standing nearby are discussing the murder, obviously. Sharing the latest gossip about it.
I glance towards the group and linger around, going to the candybar machine and popping in a quarter to get a Snickers. I keep quiet, listening.
"Probably just one of those freaks who sit around the square all day. They're up to no good." One of the girls says. "They creep me out."
"You really think it was a pupil?"
The girl shrugs. "Why not?"
Alright. So our mainsuspect is 'a freak who sit around the square all day'. Something tells me this is gonna be a looong search. I get my candybar and pick it up, strolling towards the exit.
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Post by Hannah on Nov 4, 2006 17:18:03 GMT
I turn on the music, watching the kids who come out of the building to see if there is anything that would anyone look suspected
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 4, 2006 17:32:53 GMT
(I posted my char-info in the info-thread and...yeah here I go!  ) Bastian walked out of the building, joking and laughing together with three other guys. "Shut up, Bastian! What if Ms. Jackson would hear you! Oh...no wait...sorry!"they start laughing again and Bastian shoves him playfully around as they head for the parkinglot. |
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