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Erin Vines

"Can I help you?"

It came from the boy with the knife.

He was putting his ipod away, knife stowed away too, but surely not for long. Erin faced him full on, not letting her tiny height become a disadvantage as she held herself high. "Yes. Please dispose of your weapon. It's hardly safe."

Her nearly orange eyes glanced over him and she sniffed, his attire not helping her judgment of him thus far. Already deciding she wanted nothing to do with this boy, she added, "We wouldn't want someone turning you in."

With that, she faced forward, praying the teachers took hold of the auditorium within the next few moments. This was turning out to be very wasteful of her time.