Billy Pilgrim walked across the campus of his high school. This was his third year, and he loved it so much, it was like home for him. In fact, it was his home; he had been supposedly abducted after he woke up one morning, drunk, across the street from his high school. Since he had snuck out of his house at the dead of night and left his window wide open, kidnapping seemed the most obvious fate.

Now, three years later, he was still haunting the school. For the first year, he had fun, stealing food from the kitchen, activating the fire alarms, and some other stuff that would make me have to make this a mature story. After a week though, he started to become bored out of his mind, especially on weekends. He spent the next week in class, doing his homework, taking notes, and studying. He was still bored on the weekends, so he decided to spend weekends in people's homes, either walking into the many houses adjacent to the school or hitching a ride in people's cars.

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Randomness is creative. Imagination is limitless. Random imagination, well, we'll know after this story.

updated Sep 5 '10 by Hagamablabla