When I walked into first period this morning I expected to get a standardized test slapped on my desk. Do they not know that standardized tests will not help us in the future?
I walked in to see a ransom letter shown out of the blue for all the class to see. All 30 of us were astonished, confused, and worried. Mrs. Sanderson walks in front of us telling us to be quiet.
She then says, " Be quiet. You all must be very confused about this ,but you guys are my only hope. If I don't get help, my husband will die."
" Is this an April Fool's joke or something," Adam says. "Well no Adam I am afraid it isn't. This is very true." She says.
We all decided to help Mrs. Sanderson out by investigating on who could have written this letter. After our break after testing, (We couldn't get out of testing no matter how hard we would plead.) we looked around the quiet halls of Ronald Reagan High. There were no sounds but of the whirring of the air conditioner. (Atlanta gets very warm in the spring making it simulate summer for most regions)
Tom says, " Lets look in the janitors closet. There must be something to help us in there. " " Of course, that's a great idea." I said.
Our suspicions were on the creepy old janitor. He probably wanted to play a joke on her and be weird.
When we got there the closet was unlocked, and opened a crack. Samantha and Janet opened the closet, then suddenly Samantha screamed, and Janet fainted. I pushed them out of the way and looked inside. The janitor's dead body was in there.
"Well that takes him off our list, doesn't it," Sam says sarcastically. Tom says, " Let's go to the office and tell the clerk about it she must know some thing.
We went to the office. "May I help you all." "Yes we went to the janitor's closet and we saw that he was murdered," Adam said.
" Oh and I believe we aren't supposed to be there now aren't we, " the secretary said. I explained the ransom letter. " Do you know if anything has been suspicious lately," I asked.
She ran to the other side of the room, and slammed the door. When she came back she whispered to us, " You guys are not supposed to know that. " " So it is you isn't it? " Tom said.
" Nothing to talk about it now," she said. " This is murder we're talking about!" Sam said.
" It is my orders to kill you all now, " she said. " Wait a minute Grace, I can take it from here, " came from a familiar voice from the corner.
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War of our Time
Teen FictionViolet Smith, a now independent 16 year old, is now in two situations that thought she wouldn't ever get into. Her mother emotionally abandoning her for her new boyfriend. Her principle having a dark side making a war out of all of Ronald Reagan...