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Principal Connor takes an early-morning stroll around the dorms, spotting a horrific mess in the second-floor hallway. She tightens her grip on the gun in her hand and steps over a student sleeping face-down in the hall, sighing heavily as she does so.

She peeks into the common room and her eyes widen. It looks as if a Terminator had appeared in the room and suddenly started blowing up anything that stood still long enough. There are scorch marks on the ceiling, and someone's leather pants dangle from the ceiling fan.

Cocking an eyebrow, Sarah lets loose with a wry smile and a soft chuckle. "Well, at least the little bastards didn't burn the place to the ground."

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