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Next Day… Maria was enjoying another milkshake in the cafeteria.  The bruise on her forehead complimented her bandaged nose in a morbid kind of way.  She had a headache and no ibuprofen, aspirin or acetaminophen to cure it.  Out of nowhere, someone came to her table. "This is definitely NOT your month." SueAnn said half-jokingly. "It sure isn't." Maria said, half chuckling, half sighing. "May I ask what happened?" SueAnn asked, somewhat concerned now. "The brakelines on my car were cut and I didn't notice until it was too late." Maria explained.  "That and the fight, and the nearly fatal elect

Same Day… A slightly pudgy girl with coppery curly hair snoozed at her desk.  Her slumber was aided by the stuffy Florida heat.  Though the building was air conditioned, the 'newsroom' was always stuffy and hot because the air didn't circulate well enough into this far corner of the top floor.   WHAPP! She awoke with a start, as today's issue of The Chronicle smacked against her desk.  She looked up, gazing into the furious blue eyes of the displeased SueAnn. "What is this?!"  Sue Ann snapped.  "This headline is one of the worst I have seen in the history of this paper, and I have read EVERY issue!"  She motioned to the archive shelve

"Look at this," a wavy blonde haired girl said as she pointed out a headline in The Chronicle, "Fight between Two Guys Has Girl in Stitches." She huffed. "That's a pretty amusing headline, but what does it mean?"  Her ditzy friend said.  The two of them were enjoying lunch in the cafeteria. "It means I am going to have to go upstairs and knock someone out myself!"  The girl quipped angrily.  SueAnn was a senior, and the student producer in charge of The Chronicle, the school paper.  Though she is normally fun-loving, she is serious about her work.  While others were born to play pro-football, or to run for Congress, or to flip burgers at a

Three Days Later… "Are you going to take that from him?"  "Fight!"  "Give it to em!"  The crowd jeered as two students came into conflict.  You could see in the eyes of each party that they simply wanted to go to class, but the crowd would not let them.  They continued to surround them, egging them on, trapping them in the oblong stadium that was once a typical high school hallway.  On one side of the crowd was a guy with black hair, slicked back, wearing a torn blue shirt and blue jeans.  The other side harbored a similarly aged guy wearing basketball shorts and a muscle shirt.  They seemed to be getting angrier with each other by the