Local Paper Military-Education-School - 12:39 PM

Don't ask how it came to this, but the Paper School was transferred to a military-school, and all the students and teachers were transferred to it, too... students, explanatorily being privates, teachers being drill-sergeants, and Miss Grace being the general, how easily-guessable, right? Can only imagine how the murderous-teacher-trio will behave with high-caliber rifles near-by... ahem, double-lung-shot with a .300 soft-point bullet on Abbie coming soon?

As of now, this has been going on for three days, and it's starting like any eight hours into this military-school-day would, moving-target training, ARs, of course, the students, err, privates were equipped with ear-muffs and were just shoved in-front of a crate with a single AK-102 in them, each in front of some shooting-ranges, getting judged and rated by the chosen drill-sergeant near-by, the one now being Miss Thavel, so, get a few bad shots, you done.

You're up next, along with a few others, Abbie, Petunia, Lizzy, Riley, and Robby are up now... Abbie... Abbie... I have a feeling he may or may not die today, either while accidentally gulping down a grenade while trying to be cool and un-pin it with his teeth because he's a nerd and explode from the inside-out, or just do bad and get executed by firing squad by the murder-trio drill-sergeants geared with double-drum AMB-17s. Do whatever.