"Welcome to hell, Big K."
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What the hell? Am I finally getting busted for consistently being late? No, that can't be it, I'm passing all my classes, I obviously understand the material.
Walking into the dinky little building that it is the only words going through my mind are oh shit. The front office doors are smeared in what looks and smells to be spoiled blood. There is a dreary aura filling the old school house, an aura that is worse than those who have to take finals every hour of the day. What is that damn smell? A rotting carcass? Turning my head I see the twitching body of what seems to be the secretary. Okay this is weird. I step around her to knock on the principals door, trying to get a clue on what's going on, I rap my knuckles against the heavy white oak door, when something oozes down my hand, appalled I draw my now disgusting hand towards me and bolt to the bathroom to try to wash away whatever I just coated my hand in.
Looking into the bathroom mirror I try to make sense of what just happened, zoning in and out of my own little world I see a pair of beady bloodshot eyes, messy curls, the instant I try to divert my eyes, she lunges at me.
