Out of Control Spies!

     I was walking to my first period class.  Everything was fine until I came across some STACies.  Just as I said "hi," a vicious blade was between my arm and my shaking body.  The knife looked awfully real.  They said something about a picture and me being dead.  My mind blanked.  Before I knew it, my legs zoomed me down the hall as the only possibility of an escape.  "Who were those blood thirsty spies?" I wondered.  "Was I really dead or just a floating spirit?"