BloodsportNaomiSQuiet
From Create Your Own Story
You don't know what to do or say. Its not like you've ever prepared for your teacher getting murdered. So you let Monique be the first to speak. She turns around so quickly it makes you dizzy. The older, yet oddly shorter student scans the class, and her gaze rests on you. Surprise and relief registers in her brown eyes.
"Naomi? I thought you were in the restroom...?" she begins. Then she waves the thought away. "Nevermind."
She motions you forward and you follow. The dozen or so of you gather in the middle of the classroom, where the desks have been pushed aside. Monique is in the center, all eyes on the senior and only adult. She sits all of you down before speaking, then stares each of you down in turn.
"Everybody, I'm glad you're in here. I don't believe any of you are murderers, but someone killed Miss Anderson and they're out there."
She stays quiet for a moment as the others whisper to themselves.
In an tone that left no room for argument, she says, "So, we are staying in here until the law catches them. No heroics, no leaving, and no letting anyone in who isn't a police officer, alright?"
| Bloodsport. | ||
| I Am: | Naomi S. | I'm In:
Room 502. |
| I Feel: | Calmer. | |
| Kills: | N/A. | |
