The Sad Story of Sherina
By Sherina

sherina kills a safe person.
i wanted to kill him and there he was, leaving the dining hall, he had no way out. i waited for him patiently. i really wanted to give the bastard death. he would be my first blood. i pointed my gun at him, and shot. i said to him: "are you [CLASSIFIED]?--because you are dead" with a great big smile of accomplishment on my face. what followed i did not expect. he said " do you realize this is a safe area?" we were on the stairs. my desire for blood had clouded my judgement, i had just shot a safe person.

sherina dies.
i felt like shit, i had let my team down. two were dead already. for a while i thought that the game was over, why should i even try?--i sucked. however, as i looked at my gun and realized how special it had become to me, i decided that i could not let it down, it needed to be used, it needed to be vindicated through blood. i needed to go to my room, i had a class to go to. but, i also knew [CLASSIFIED] was hunting us around the area, so i had a friend scout for me. i hid behind the garbage cans between c and d entry while my friend went inside to check if it was safe. she came out again, and told me they were inside waiting at our doors. i guessed i would have to do to class in pj's (i never changed in the morning). but then i heard a scream "SHERINA!!! WATCH OUT!!!!!!" They had found me. My heart ran, i looked everywhere, i was trapped. THEY WERE EVERYWHERE. they all shot and shot and shot... i had no chances. they had caught their prey.

i fought the good fight. i lost. but beware, there is always next year.