Nyomi ran down the hallway, late for class as usual. She barged into her homeroom, panting, sweating, and realizing she had forgotten deodorant. The teacher looked over from the board and nodded at her, signaling she was forgiven. Why, you ask? Because she was dead.
Part two coming soon. Please read more. All will not be this short or even close. Remember, flamers go to hell!!!
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