<strong>Name:</strong>Erie<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Institute, Classroom 1A ---> ?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Trevor<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"7). Um, Blue?"</em><br/><br/><em>"8). I don't read a lot... books bore me."</em><br/><br/><em>"9). Books in general. They always put me to sleep..."</em><br/><br/><em>"10). 100th birthday? Eww, I'll be an old hag by then! I wouldn't invite anybody!"</em><br/><br/><em>"11). I dunno. Squares?"</em>She answered randomly. The question itself wasn't all that interesting to her.<br/><br/><em>"12). Lou is my best friend!"</em>/color]<br/><br/><em>"13). It would definitely suck. I hate being small. I wouldn't be able to defect anybody!"</em><br/><br/><em>"14). To get stronger of course!"</em><br/><br/><em>"15). Rain. Free water!"</em><br/><br/><em>"16). Anything that's not country. Bleh!"</em><br/><br/><em>"17). My milk of course!"</em><br/><br/>Just when Erie was about to ask him the 18th question, she'd suddenly fall into darkness. She found herself inside a room with what appeared to be no way out.<strong>"What the heck?"</strong>she yelled.<strong>"Are we having a pop quiz?!"</strong>Surely, she wasn't expect something like this, but she feared that it meant that it would indeed be a pop quiz. Something Erie had dreaded because she knew she would fail. She wondered if the professors were trying to torment her...