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“Shoot!” I exclaimed. I just realized that I had left my math book at school, and now I had 15 unanswered questions looking back at me. “Mom, can I get my math book from school?” I asked. “Yea sure” my mom answered. I hopped in my car and started the engine. It made this sound as if it had a dying battery, but I made a mental note and backed out of the driveway. As I drove on the highway to the school, I noticed the sky was a pale gray.That was odd, the newscast said it was going to be bright, and sunny. A bit suspicious I continued on to school. After I got to school I parked my car and walked through the front doors of the school. The first thing I could see is the one blinking ceiling-light. I also noticed that no one else was in

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