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The next two stories are rather old and have poor syntax.
Mr. Jones was obviously in a hurry, as he rushed down the wet sidewalk, carrying his half asleep daughter in one arm, while carrying his case, and the umbrella in the other. He was on his way to drop off his daughter at kindergarten. It was her first day, and he wanted to make sure it was special. He had gotten up early that morning, and prepared an extra special breakfast for her, and made sure her lunchbox was fully of multiple treats.
As they arrived at the school, the rain stopped, but he kept the umbrella up anyways, so as not to disturb Kelly, who had by now fallen asleep from the cool breeze during the storm, and the gentle swaying of her father's shoulder as he walked down the sidewalk. Mr. Jones walked up to the school, and one of the teachers met him at the door.
"Hello, and welcome to Washington Memorial!" She said.
"Uh, hello," Mr. Jones said. "I don't want to disturb her, can you take her please? I've got a very busy day ahead of me. Just got promoted, you see."
The teacher, who Mr. Jones deducted was called Marry due to a nametag, took Kelly in her arms, and went inside, smiling the whole time. Inside, another teacher was taking care of at least a dozen other kids, and saw Kelly asleep. She went out of the main room, into a smaller one down a hallway in the back. She came back a few moments later with a big blanket, and Marry set Kelly down. When Marry leaned back, the other teacher, Sharron, noticed something odd with her clothes.
"Oh my God," Sharron said. "You're bleeding!"
"What?" said Marry, as she looked down at her chest. She then noticed that Kelly also had blood on her shirt. Nervously, Marry took Kelly into another room, and took the girl's shirt off, looking for the source of the blood. What she saw horrified her for but a moment, then nothing, not even a single thought occurred afterwards.
What she saw, was some makeshift stitching, in a long line down her stomach. Blood was now dripping out at a rather quick speed, and there was a strange light coming from inside the girl. In he most horrifyingly long second, of her life, she knew that the girl was not in fact sleeping, but dead. Not only that, bu something was inside her.
She couldn't get another thought through her head, though if she could, she would have yelled to call 911, although she likely already knew that would do nothing. Instead, the only that passed through her head was hot air, and fire, as what was causing the light inside the girl's stomach exploded. The whole school, 27 other 5 year olds and all, exploded into the streets, and the surrounding building, and within a second, everything inside was ripped apart.
A mile away, in some dark alley, Mr. Jones had a smile on his face, as he heard the blast. He dropped something that would soon become a meal to nearby cats, and other animals. Mr. Jones, or the real Mr. Jones, was back at his house, sitting in his favorite chair, watching his favorite channel, while various bugs crawled around the exposed flesh on his head, only 9 hours after a stranger came into his house, cut his face from head, planted a bomb inside his daughter, and then took her dead body to school the following morning.