"Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!" Ron Smith cursed up a storm as he whirled around the house, grabbing food and books and clothes. The clock read 7:50. School started at 8:00. Of all days why did he have to sleep in today? The AP Physics test was the only thing that would earn Ron his graduation from Fairfield High and allow him to move out of Craptown, Iowa to pursue his Broadway ambitions. Did he not spend ten hours last night studying? Ron flew out of his flat, and jumped in his 2000 Buick Lesabre, struggling to buckle his seat belt and cram half a bagel into his mouth. While racing to school Ron began to think about the party that he was hosting tonight. He was pumped that everyone was coming and was starting to devise a plan to cop a feel of his newest girlfriend, Stacy. This severe daydreaming caused Ron to fail noticing a deer running across the road, leading to a large dent in the front bumper of Ron's "beloved" vehicle and be piece of vulture dinner on the sidewalk. While managing to drive the rest of the way to school unscathed, Ron arrived at North by Northwest High at 8:13, prompting him to forget everything but a pencil in his car as he sprinted across the school campus to Mr. Smith's physics class. Ron pounded on the door, and although Mr. Smith was not happy, he allowed Ron to come in and take the test, because Ron was his son.The test was a breeze, and with the rest of school being a bunch of teachers showing videos that vaguely pertained to the class topic, Ron was able to breeze thought the day with record ease. It was only after the bell rang at the end of the day that Ron noticed something unusual. As he approached his locker, Ron saw a piece of paper sticking out of one of the slots. Glancing around to make sure nobody was watching, Ron quickly withdrew the paper and unfolded it. Inside was a letter, written in crayon, stating simply:
Hi Ron, I Love You
