The students at the high school have been pretty upset since the government mandated healthier food in the vending machines. Apparently this student thought he could give a good persuasive speech about it.
I found this in the trash near the very apartment 5 in question. Strangely, Apt. 5 is on the first floor. Does that mean that the writer lives in the basement, next to an incinerator perhaps? No matter; I still liked the dissy response.
I was walking to my math class when I noticed a bunch of little pieces of paper strewn across the hallway. I stole my math teacher’s tape, lost my participation points in class and slowly taped it all together, discovering the secret lives of Erin and Tiffany.
The day after Thanksgiving I found this scrap outside of an elementary school. The neighborhood was cold and clouded over; the weather seemed sympathetic to the note. I hope everything turned out all good.