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			<title>Sennen:&amp;#32;Created page with '''It's just a scraped knee. I'll be okay.'' you think. ''Even if I'd like to put off class a little longer...''  You shake your head. No excuses.  You're a big girl, you can face…'</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;#39;&amp;#39;&amp;#39;It&amp;#39;s just a scraped knee. I&amp;#39;ll be okay.&amp;#39;&amp;#39; you think. &amp;#39;&amp;#39;Even if I&amp;#39;d like to put off class a little longer...&amp;#39;&amp;#39;  You shake your head. No excuses.  You&amp;#39;re a big girl, you can face…&amp;#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;''It's just a scraped knee. I'll be okay.'' you think. ''Even if I'd like to put off class a little longer...''&lt;br /&gt;
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You shake your head. No excuses.  You're a big girl, you can face the teacher. Favoring your scraped leg, you shuffle over to your class. The sting dissipates after a few steps.&lt;br /&gt;
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Out of nowhere, the light of the sun starts to dim. Panicking, you search the sky for that comforting light, even though you know you shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;
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The sky turns black. The sun goes dark along with it, minus even the ring of light that comes with an eclipse. ''This isn't natural.''&lt;br /&gt;
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A cold breeze hits the back of your neck, giving you goosebumbs. The air starts to become heavy, and you breathe it in short, ragged gasps.&lt;br /&gt;
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The blood in your veins feels icy. Your heart starts pumping faster.&lt;br /&gt;
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As suddenly as it began, the color returns to the world, and your body is warm again.&lt;br /&gt;
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You stand there for a minute, stunned.&lt;br /&gt;
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The slam of a door ahead of you startles you. Ten feet ahead is your class, and it was your classroom door you heard. You walk towards room 502&lt;br /&gt;
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A tall athletic blond girl whose name you can't remember jumps out, along with a mousy brown haired girl named Stephanie. They turn to you in sync.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Miss Anderson...&amp;quot; Stephanie says, shaking badly.&lt;br /&gt;
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You freeze. &amp;quot;What happened to Miss Anderson?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The shaking girl collapses. Her friend immediately drops to her side. The stronger blonde pulls Stephanie into her arms. &lt;br /&gt;
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While lifting her friend, the blonde says to you, &amp;quot;Miss Anderson started to shake, and scream, and she just...&amp;quot; The girl mumbles the next part. &amp;quot;she wasn't breathing, no pulse. Miss Anderson just died.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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[[BloodsportNaomiSCarry|Offer to carry Stephanie to the nurse]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[BloodsportNaomiSCheck|Check on Miss Anderson]]&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Hallway |Character=Naomi S|Health=Terrified|Kills=N/A}}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Bloodsport.]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2012 11:25:22 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Sennen</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/create_Your_own_story/Talk:BloodsportNaomiSIntroClass</comments>		</item>
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