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I am an ice cream sundae. When I was first brought here, my ice cream was in perfect condition. The whipped cream was in a magnificent spiral with a cherry on top. Since then, my cherry has been moved. It is tossed to the side, but still in tact. They dug away and removed my whipped cream with their tarnished spoons, transferring their contamination to me. My pristine and pure round vanilla scoops have melted and turned into ice cream soup. Who wants the sloppy leftovers?

Wolf, please stop stalking me. I am not your prey. Grey Wolf, Blue wolf, Don't give a damn, just go away. Wolf, you are everywhere I go, And in everything I see. Please find someone else, And just stop bothering me. Wolf, at first, this was fun. I enjoyed your game. But then you took it too far, And I don't know who's to blame. Wolf, I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. Why don't you stop circling me, and then we can just play? Wolf, I don't want it to end, not like this, at all. But if you can't see what's here, There's nothing to do but fall.

Fanwell University was very tiny, and that was putting it kindly. There was very few buildings on campus. There was one large building where the classes were, another that held the gym, another that held the cafeteria, and one residence hall. We made our way up the dark staircase of the dorm building to the third and final floor. The first two floors of the dorm hadn't been as plentiful as we would have hoped. We found some new clothes and caned goods at least. Each room in this building was structured the same way. The room was broken in half, each side with three beds (a bunk bed and a single bed),  and a bathroom for the six people to shar

"Hurry up! Come on! Let's go! Quickly! Get your ass in the car! Let's move! Let's move!" Nick shouted at us as we filed out the door to the base and climbed into the hummer. I grabbed my gun and bag and climbed into the car. The hummer was a canary yellow, "borrowed" from someone in town. I climbed into the middle seat of the middle row. Being the youngest at only nineteen, I often was babied. I got the crap end of everything-- the littlest seat, the worst gun, everything. My best friend Justin sat to my right. He was only a step above me at twenty, but it seamed like a much larger step from the bottom looking up. He was just under six feet,