BloodsportJackSorensonIntro2

From Create Your Own Story

You're not sure whose lunch you replaced, but you hope it was Miss Grey's. It would be hilarious, because you're pretty sure she's never touched the stuff in her life.

Speaking of Miss Grey, the bottle blonde babe was demonstrating stretches for the class. Your eyes were glued to her body as it flexed and bent. As was the eyes of every straight male and lesbian.

Speaking of lesbians...

The girl to your right, Erin, was whispering something while staring at Miss Grey. Probably one of her love spells. Erin was into both magic and her gym teacher, and she would often try to use one to get the other. The intense look of concentration in her grey eyes makes you wonder how your gym teacher hasn't noticed.

To those who aren't aware of her obsessive side, she looks entirely harmless, being a tiny awkward brunette.

Miss Grey shouted for the class to switch exercises, causing your head to snap back toward her.

She calls up a random boy and girl to help her demonstrate the next set. Both look apprehensive, but neither have a choice. You and the rest of the class laugh, making it worse and funnier. The teacher assists the girl first, pulling her arms high and legs outward.

The teacher smiles encouragingly, nodding. "Very good! You've got it."

The boy takes up the spot to Miss Grey's left, and all three begin.

"Start!"

You mimic the movements without thinking about it. You add a little flourish to your moves, trying to look smooth. As you concentrate, your gaze falls away from the front.

One, two. One, two. One, two.

You count the rest as well, twenty in all.

You breath deep as you finish. Your performance is flawless.

As you turn your head forward again, the lights dim and flicker. The class collectively gasps. The lights die out for several moment. The gym goes pitch black.

"What the..." You wave a hand infront of yourself, and you realize that it's 1 pm. I should be able to see just fine. A power outage can't block the sun from the windows.

Without realizing, you inhale deeply. The sharp intake of breath hurts your lungs. You cough and force the air out.

The light returns a moment later.

The first think you look for is Miss Grey. She's clearly nervous, but otherwise apparently fine.

She begins, "Okay, everyone, lets..."

The blonde woman's eyes start to bulge from their sockets, and she drops.

For several terrifying seconds, you wonder if she was poisoned. You start to sweat. Against your better judgement, you blurt out, "Miss Grey! He said it was just pot, I swear-"

She disappears in a puff of smoke.

Huh. Well, that definitely can't be the brownies.

Try to find a phone

Let someone else handle it

Confront Erin. She might be responsible