<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Gum on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/gum/</link><description>Recent content in Gum on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/gum/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Drama Club's Garbage</title><link>/stories/2007/09/14/drama-clubs-garbage/</link><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/09/14/drama-clubs-garbage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Cheryl&amp;rsquo;s first indication that things were wrong was when she walked onto the high school stage and the rest of the drama club wasn&amp;rsquo;t there. She looked at her watch. Five fifteen p.m., she was only a little bit late for rehearsal. She dumped her backpack on the floor and headed to the props room. When she opened the door, someone grabbed her hand and yanked her forward so that she fell on the floor. She screamed and tried to get up, but a heavy weight pressed on her back and held her still. A hand clamped around her mouth as her hands were pulled up behind her back and tied. Her kicking legs were grabbed and tied, with rope cinching around her ankles and then crisscrossing around her calves and up her thighs, the knots pinching her skin even through her jeans.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>