Ch. 29- School Newspaper

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I was at home laying on my 1D bed staring at the ceiling and thinking about everything that has happened to me for the past few days at school, the kiss, the date mix up and everything else that has been going on in this entire universe.... I thought about some questions I would ask myself. And I came up with some pretty good ones...

1) Why was Mackenzie kissing Brandon?

2) Why didn't Allyssa tell me that she had a boyfriend or that she was seeing someone?

3) How come I never asked Brandon why he would kiss Mackenzie and then just show up at my house to greet my mother?

4) Why and where did Allyssa get the newspaper from?

5) WHY IS EVERYTHING SO COMPLICATED TO ME??

I just cant deal with anything anymore because everything is just too complicated. I just wanted to live alone in a world with no one else but me because things get really out of hand too fast. Trust me... Its NOT even fun as you think it is.

I wanted to call Brandon and ask this question to him just like I wanted to call Mackenzie and Allyssa too. Im going to talk to them in school tomorrow... Ive made my decision...

I reached for my bag so I wouldn't have to get up and once I reached it, I had put it on my lap, lifting up my head just a little making me see inside my bag. I reached for the newspaper and as soon as I felt it, I placed my head down and grabbed it out of my bag.

"Got it!" I mumbled as happy as possible. It felt like an achievement to me. LOL

Anyways, I unfolded the newspaper and read the heading. But I couldn't help but notice that the name of the editor/author has been used with white-out. Now I obviously couldn't make out who it was by.

Aww... I cant be able to punch the person who did it. Poo :(

I read the heading, then identified the pictures and that's when I noticed a finger in one of the shots. I quickly sat up and leaned against my pillow quickly thinking of who's finger it could be. 

Too bad it's in black and white. Rats!

I read the passage and I read it out loud.

"The pictures prove that a student in International Studies of Charter High School, with the name that she goes by with as Keesha Parikh. She has been dating a Junior in the same high school with the name of, Brandon J. Matthews. They are both very bright, but something tells us that the pictures captured aren't," I read very softly.

"Brandon was on top of a tree branch falling slowly down and down as Keesha didn't give a care in the world. Her sensitivity didn't recommend us to believe that she would rescue him because she had rocks/pebbles on her balcony. Looks like she could use them for a certain target." I stopped. I didn't want to go ahead and read further because I was afraid. The person who wrote this was lying. I knew the real truth. That's what I'm going to stick with. I didn't know if I should read further. I wanted to... but I didn't. Everything was so complicated. UGH!

"Why? She must be great to her teachers, but when it comes to dating, I don't recommend you seeing her for advice... Yikes! Also, it seems in the other pictures that I had took, Brandon, had been talking to Keesha's mother. What had they been discussing? And what's very ironic is that Keesha had been on the front lawn... wearing BOOTY SHORTS? Yes, she would wear it, but was it because of Brandon? I would think she didn't care. Let the readers assume she was playing: Hard To Get." I couldn't go on anymore. 

I threw the newspaper on my floor and curled up in a ball. I was sobbing quietly into my knees. I needed to ask Brandon, Allyssa, and Mackenzie these questions. They obviously wouldn't answer me, but I wasn't going to skip out of school while leaving without an answer. Lunch is when we'll talk. 

Also, I needed to find out who's finger that was. I'm taking a guess that it was Mackenzie's. But, you'll never know who you can trust these days. 

Most importantly, to discover who took those pictures, wrote the caption, and erased the editor's name. I just wish someone would give me a sign. Something's are meant to be that way. 

Operation: Spy

Picture of a NEWS article in a cartoon form on the side! ;) 

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