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I slowly turn back to Mr.Frank's red and angered face.

My punishment awaits!

I mean, i already got detention, so what can be worse?

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He drags me out the classroom, and throw me into the principal's room. My butt lands on the hard cold floor.

"Hey! It hurts!" I yell in pain.

The room is empty, and dark, with the principal nowhere in sight. I turn to Mr.Frank who had closed the door when i weren't looking.

He comes closer.

But all i can see is the knife in his hands.

Wait what?

It happens too fast.

I scream as the knife touches my skin and pierces it open like fingers to butter.

Red.

The room spins.

Thump.

Pain.

The last thing i saw was his shoes.

Before....

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