BloodsportNaomiSCheck
From Create Your Own Story
You feel your heart jump into your throat.
"Miss Anderson is dead?" you tentatively ask.
The athlete nods and slumps her friends over her shoulder. She wanders off with Stephanie, probably going to the school nurse.
Other students pour out of room 502. None of them want to be in the same room as a dead body. You head inside to see if you can help your English teacher.
The desks are all shoved toward the edges of the room in a circle, as are crumpled homework assignments. You go up to your apparently deceased teacher's desk.
There is a distinct lack of a body, however.
"...wha..."
This isn't a prank, is it? you think. Can Stephanie faint on command? I don't think so.
You turn your head to the door and call your classmates. "Um, Miss Anderson isn't in here."
The words come out too soft for them to hear.
Just above your head, a loudspeaker booms over your head. Frightened badly, you jump backwards and land on your rear.
The voice is feminine and regal, yet subtly unpleasant. "This is your assistant principal. I have a grave announcement to make."
A chill runs down your spine.
"Someone in this school is a murderer. I can't tell who, or why, but someone here is out to kill you. Please, secure yourself and your fellow classmates until security may be brought in to root them out."
About ten students rush back into your class. The final student is the teacher's assistant, Monique Delaney. She locks the door from the inside, and two boys help her barricade it with a large cabinet.
Tell Monique that Miss Anderson's body is gone.
| Bloodsport. | ||
| I Am: | Naomi S. | I'm In:
Room 502. |
| I Feel: | Terrified. | |
| Kills: | N/A. | |
