Alexa looked at herself in the mirror, still in her small blue crop top and tight black shorts. She was flat and athletic but my best friend had a rea...ly cute face. "At least that's the worst thing you have to complain about! Someone broke into my locker...and stole my panties. Gross!"I widened my eyes and looked at her, "Seriously?" She nodded. "That's seriously weird. Maybe it's all connected haha the book goes missing at school last night then panties. What's next? A stapler?"Alexa frowned. Finally Amy turned around. ‘Come over here. Take my picture.’ Suzanne walked over to Amy. The forlorn young woman, with her hands in her pockets, stared straight at her. Her face was discolored by the cold. Amy’s eyes had an expression of anguish that Suzanne had not seen before. It would make one hell of a portrait, but it would be pure exploitation to put that on film. ‘Look…I mean, I can’t take a picture of you like this.’ ‘Do it! All year long you’ve been trying to figure out who I am with. Outside of the building, it was open ground with no cover, a killing field designed to keep any escapees from reaching the wall or the single exit. However, this was no mere breakout of common criminals. These were heavy-hitters, and the archers who fired were themselves fired upon, with both spells and arrows, and knocked from their perches. The heavy iron gate, the single entrance and exit to the facility, was ripped off its hinges by a sword swing with the power of a speeding truck, courtesy. " Far better. Now, you're to work on the rag three days a week?" Yes." Have you looked at it?" I've read all the copies that were online." Excellent! Well, there are several chores to be done. First, submissions. We get several items of varying illiteracy in hardcopy each week and slightly more via the Internet. Spend an hour or two every day you're here reading the queue and grade them." Grade them?" Good, needs work, hopeless. I'll look at the first batch and after that I'll leave you to say.