All I had for a target was his head, but I was overcome with admiring my own skill, so I decided to take a chance on a head-shot. I managed to line up...on the shaman's head and fired.The result was that I killed three men with that one shot, maybe even more. I definitely saw three heads explode, and there may have been more. So many men were crowded together that I could have seriously wounded at least one more man. Anyway, I congratulated myself on my skill, but it was now time to change to the. In English class, we were told to pair up to the person next to us, so me and Eric were partners. We weren't really focused on the assignment we were supposed to do, and we never really pay attention at all, which may be why he gets such bad grades. But anyway, I asked him how he was feeling since he split with Chelsea. He said not too good but he's starting to perk up a bit. He then asked me about my break up with Jake, and I told him I was getting through it. I then told him that getting. I could hear the cadence of my high heels clicking on the concrete as I walked, feeling sexy and slightly aroused.Just then I heard someone call my name. "Elizabeth... Elizabeth, over here!" I looked, searching for the source, and when I turned I was surprised to see my friend John sitting at a table at an outdoor cafe. He was in a navy blue suit, sitting with another man I didn't know, I'm guessing at a work lunch.It has been a few months since our encounter in the shower at the cabin,. I'm starting to like this guy and say you bet brutha. We sit and pop bottles bullshit and watch tv. Frank says hey Stan are you cool. I said yea I think I'm cool. Why? He pulls out a giant bong from his closet and we get so baked. Cutting loose a bit was relieving. From a cloud of now acrid stale smoke we go outside to get some air. The rain had stopped and it was a beautiful clear night out. We bullshit for an hour. My spidey senses go off SHIT it's late. I need to sleep. Frank agrees and.