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Full Version: Deja Vu
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Date: 2014-05-28
Time: 0526
Type: Flash, spliced, non-linear, POV

I am running down the 3rd-floor hallway of a large, old, 4-story school building, with my teacher hot on my heels. She is a rather attractive 20-something year old woman with long blonde hair, a tanned complexion, and dressed in typical business attire (grey top and dark blue skirt). Apparently, I, and nearly every student on our floor has been driving her crazy and she has finally had it. The list of my transgressions includes intentionally being late for class, not doing as I'm told and consistently getting bad grades.

As I run down the hallway, I look behind me and see my teacher moving angrily from classroom to classroom with her hands on her hips, glaring at the students and attempting to establish some kind of order. The next few scenes are blurry, but I remember eventually returning to class and signing some kind of attendance list. By that time my teacher and I have "