It was just a normal day at Baldwin. I was online procrastinating and Nikki was chillin around doing her thing. I really don't know what Nikki does. I should sinc eI'm her roommate, but I digress. We were hanging around the room when we heard the first scream. Nikki and I frowned at it, but ignored it. We do go to a women's college after all.
Several screaming, hysterical girls later, Nikki and I found ourselves in the hall facing a mob.
Me: GIRLS!!! LISTEN UP! That's better. I'm surprised at you. We're all uspposed to be sensile adults-
Nikki: Steph
Me: - and here you are, hysterical and screaming.
Nikki: Steph-
Me: Do you think that's going to solve anything?!
Nikki: Steph-!
Me: I have to say, I'm disapointed in the lack of sense you ladies hav- What, Nikki?!
I broke off into a scream as I saw the mangled form of a girl lying in a pool of her own blood.
Me: Well ****. That's gruesome. Well. Okay. Does anyone know who that is? ...was?
Nikki: How about we, oh I don't know, call someone who can help? I mea- Steph, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Me: I'm just getting a closer look!
Nikki: Don't touch her! Jesus, Steph!
Parametic: If you would step aside, ma'am?
Nikki: Thank God.
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Anja: Dr Fox actually called a school wide meeting to discuss that girl's death?
Me: They're calling it an accident. Let me just say, Anja, that was not an accident as far as I'm concerned.
Anja: You with all your vast detective experience?
Me: Shut up! I'm telling you, one does not end up looking like that by accident!
Anja: I say that about a lot of unfortunate girls on this campus.
Me: Were you always this wonderful?
Anja: I haven't had my caffiene today; I'm going through withdraw.
(I write little stupid stories when I'm bored in class, but I'm considering making this one a series. This was as far as I got during Management today, (hence its choppyness) and not all of the characters have been introduced, but the idea is Jack the Ripper gone Mary Baldwin College. general idea but aside from the surprise ending, I have absolutely no direction with this. Ideas? greusome murder ideas? plot conver up ideas? random stories of your own?)
Several screaming, hysterical girls later, Nikki and I found ourselves in the hall facing a mob.
Me: GIRLS!!! LISTEN UP! That's better. I'm surprised at you. We're all uspposed to be sensile adults-
Nikki: Steph
Me: - and here you are, hysterical and screaming.
Nikki: Steph-
Me: Do you think that's going to solve anything?!
Nikki: Steph-!
Me: I have to say, I'm disapointed in the lack of sense you ladies hav- What, Nikki?!
I broke off into a scream as I saw the mangled form of a girl lying in a pool of her own blood.
Me: Well ****. That's gruesome. Well. Okay. Does anyone know who that is? ...was?
Nikki: How about we, oh I don't know, call someone who can help? I mea- Steph, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Me: I'm just getting a closer look!
Nikki: Don't touch her! Jesus, Steph!
Parametic: If you would step aside, ma'am?
Nikki: Thank God.
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Anja: Dr Fox actually called a school wide meeting to discuss that girl's death?
Me: They're calling it an accident. Let me just say, Anja, that was not an accident as far as I'm concerned.
Anja: You with all your vast detective experience?
Me: Shut up! I'm telling you, one does not end up looking like that by accident!
Anja: I say that about a lot of unfortunate girls on this campus.
Me: Were you always this wonderful?
Anja: I haven't had my caffiene today; I'm going through withdraw.
(I write little stupid stories when I'm bored in class, but I'm considering making this one a series. This was as far as I got during Management today, (hence its choppyness) and not all of the characters have been introduced, but the idea is Jack the Ripper gone Mary Baldwin College. general idea but aside from the surprise ending, I have absolutely no direction with this. Ideas? greusome murder ideas? plot conver up ideas? random stories of your own?)
Fincham: Where are you going?
Me: I have no idea
Fincham: I meant where are you sitting. This wasn't an existential question.
Me: I have no idea
Fincham: I meant where are you sitting. This wasn't an existential question.