Stalking

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"Alright class today we will focus on stalking." Professor Stan said the next day. Then for a moment he looked over to me, hesitant, but probably knowing what they had done to me. I was feeling better today; I guess whatever injection they gave me wares off after a while.

What was I thinking yesterday with all of that killing that was terrible! I was just glad I didn't think like that again. Then I zoned out. "Becky!" Professor Stan snapped me out of my gaze and startled me. I jumped in my chair. "The principal would like to see you."

Ugh, not again, I thought and walked down the hall to the principal's office.

"Ah, Becky. There you are. Have a seat," he ordered. I sat down. "You may be wondering why you are here."

Yeah no shit.

I nodded. "I was wondering that."

"Well," he said. "I would just like to check in on you and make sure you are good." Good? What the heck is that supposed to mean? "So Becky, how are you feeling?" He smiled mischievously.

"Um, I'm fine." I replied.

"What are you thinking about right now?"

I looked around the room, very nervous. "Um..." I started.

"Tell me!" He demanded.

"Ok, rainbow unicorns!" I blurted.

"Rainbow unicorns?" He eyed me. "Well, you shouldn't be thinking that. Let's give you more injections." NO! NO! NO!

"Excuse me, why is that necessary?"

"Becky, you must learn that to be a student here, you must think like a killer and be a killer. Rainbow unicorn crap does not qualify as that and meet our standards. Am I clear?" I didn't do anything. "Okay, just sit still. You won't feel a thing."

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