Room 231, Sunday
The Syrupinator The Blonde One Sam wasn't hiding in her room. Even though detention the day before had been worse than half the run-ins she'd ever had with the Goa'uld.
Death threats, new nicknames that she hoped people never found out about, gremlin dolls, more death threats, the Bombsong, and the creepiest kid she'd ever met, the creepy kid, still being creepy, small black presents with lots of little teeth given to her by demon spawn, and thrown piranha. At least Mike Wazowski and Mindy had been cute.
The blonde person drinking steadily? Just a figment of your imagination.
Death threats, new nicknames that she hoped people never found out about, gremlin dolls, more death threats, the Bombsong, and the creepiest kid she'd ever met, the creepy kid, still being creepy, small black presents with lots of little teeth given to her by demon spawn, and thrown piranha. At least Mike Wazowski and Mindy had been cute.
The blonde person drinking steadily? Just a figment of your imagination.