BloodsportNaomiSIntroClass

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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 the teacher. Favoring your scraped leg, you shuffle over to your class. The sting dissipates after a few steps.


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.

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.

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.

The blood in your veins feels icy. Your heart starts pumping faster.

As suddenly as it began, the color returns to the world, and your body is warm again.

You stand there for a minute, stunned.

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


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.

"Miss Anderson..." Stephanie says, shaking badly.

You freeze. "What happened to Miss Anderson?"

The shaking girl collapses. Her friend immediately drops to her side. The stronger blonde pulls Stephanie into her arms.

While lifting her friend, the blonde says to you, "Miss Anderson started to shake, and scream, and she just..." The girl mumbles the next part. "she wasn't breathing, no pulse. Miss Anderson just died."


Offer to carry Stephanie to the nurse

Check on Miss Anderson

Bloodsport.
I Am: Naomi S. I'm In:

The Hallway.

I Feel: Terrified.
Kills: N/A.
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