Anyway… Enjoy YOUR NaNoWriMo, regardless of what the month may be and whatever your novel may be… Maybe your novel is a photo collection of old buses…

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“Ok, class, I need everyone to calm down,” Gunny said from the front of the room. To him, the popping that they thought might be fireworks had the distinct sound of an AK-47. He quickly made his way to the door to check out what was going on. He peered first to his left, and then to his right down the hallway, noticing two people in the hallway to the right.

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“Very funny, Big Guy,” the girl said as she stretched. Over the next few minutes, the rest of the students joined them outside the gym, ready for their run. “Sergeant Grafton here thinks he might be faster than us,” Tisha informed the group. She was giving him a little good-natured ribbing. “How old are you, like forty-five?”

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Ric was taping their captive’s hands behind his back and wrapping tape around his face to cover his mouth. “He must have been awake. He had a gun under the covers and shot me in the chest. It hit a plate, no damage,” Ric Espinoza replied calmly.

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As Muna Peck fought for her life, her best friend was frozen in terror. Julia dropped her books and screamed at the top of her lungs. More than anything, she wanted to run, but she felt rooted to the spot… whether it was fear or because she didn’t want to abandon her friend, she didn’t know… but she couldn’t run and just kept screaming until she started getting dizzy.

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