This was a really bad idea. A circus of smelly jocks, clamoring student media people, and nosy passers-by crowd around you, shouting, pushing, and being rambunctious. You begin backpedaling madly. The front door is now blocked because a women's soccer team has just made an entrance. Panic overwhelms you.

 You stumble through one doorway, then another. You've never been this far into the building before. You're full of adrenaline and off-balance. You spin past a sign that says "Training Room."

 Suddenly, you stumble, and fall hard to the right. As you go down, your hair snags on a metal hook. A big chunk rips out. You feel loose, uncontrolled hairs across your forehead, your neck, your cheeks. Omigod, the hair! you think in a panic as your body hits the floor.^A Your last thought before you lose consciousness is Wherever I am, at least nobody saw me fall...

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