Squad141
The Purple Soul
The clown had cornered him.
Tommy had almost mad it to his car in this strange misty night, but the clown had broken in an cornered him in a wall.
But somehow, the wall turned into a forest entrance, and sprinted backwards to get out of the nasty mans clutches.
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Avery was gathering the few things he had that were out as the final bell rang for the day, ending the first (yet boring) day of Edgar Allen Highs pupils. He wanted to at least get words of some of these kids, so once again (though keeping them behind), he blocked the path of the students with an emotionless face, and said "Well, the pleasures all been mine. Sorry for holding you up, but it was lovely 'meeting' all of you." He held out his hand to the handful of somewhat disgruntled students, not realizing that they and Mr. Clay were the only people still in the classroom.
Then Avery's eyes drifted towards the wide window by his right side, and the short haired boy sprinting into its depths. Averys other hand freed itself from his hoodie pocket, showing his nervousness, as he fully believed the Dream Killer story, and had seen him sleeping in class earlier. His head was turned to window, though his hand still outstretched for a handshake.
Tommy had almost mad it to his car in this strange misty night, but the clown had broken in an cornered him in a wall.
But somehow, the wall turned into a forest entrance, and sprinted backwards to get out of the nasty mans clutches.
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Avery was gathering the few things he had that were out as the final bell rang for the day, ending the first (yet boring) day of Edgar Allen Highs pupils. He wanted to at least get words of some of these kids, so once again (though keeping them behind), he blocked the path of the students with an emotionless face, and said "Well, the pleasures all been mine. Sorry for holding you up, but it was lovely 'meeting' all of you." He held out his hand to the handful of somewhat disgruntled students, not realizing that they and Mr. Clay were the only people still in the classroom.
Then Avery's eyes drifted towards the wide window by his right side, and the short haired boy sprinting into its depths. Averys other hand freed itself from his hoodie pocket, showing his nervousness, as he fully believed the Dream Killer story, and had seen him sleeping in class earlier. His head was turned to window, though his hand still outstretched for a handshake.
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