As she walked down the all too familiar corridors

As she walked down the all too familiar corridors of the HS, it amazed her that the faces all looked so familiar, yet she didn't know any of them. Could it be that there is one set
creatures walking in this hall? Where have all the humans gone? There was no possible way she could survive this school. That is, unless she found
out that she was actually destined to be a creature slayer and had adequte trainng, preferably by a hot guy, on how to kill the shambling monsters infesting the school hallways.
The problem with being trained by a hot guy was her short attention span. She was easily distracted. And so, she felt it better to focus her energy on those denizens at her school.
They delivered the kind of pain that she required to be shocked from the heights of any pleasure. She let the humiliation simmer before shifting to the really nasty stuff. Perfect
environment my ass," she thought. "This trainer is dead," she promised. Do tricks for tiny fish? Bitch I'm a 4 ton killer whale, little fish like that is a sad joke. I'll push you
into Mr. Gorton's fish sticks." The killer whale would have none of it. Right then, Rosanne barreled through the water, jumping 30 feet into the air through a fire hoop
held by yours truly. The hoop wasn't meant for Rosanne to jump through. A daintier cetacean might have managed it, but as it was, Rosanne became lodged in the flaming hoop. I tried
to release the slowly roasting marine mammal but Rosanne's flippers were beginning to get crispy and I don't need to tell anyone who's met me what a sucker I am for crispy flipper.
They all once staged an intervention and put me on a diet of Swedish Fish and gummy Marine Life, but it just wasn't the same. I had the itch man, and Rosanne was scratching it.

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Finished: 2010-12-23 03:13:21

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