So you've heard of kids writing on trees with little hearts around each other's initials signaling that they are yours and nobody else's? Ya, well we have that at my school. Just a little more harsh and more like, "Stay the heck away from him otherwise you will be punished." And it's not a tree. It's a bulletin board. Located in the south hallways their is an unused custodian closet 3B. And no one goes in until I unlock the closet at promptly 4 PM and lock it at 7. No one sees me do it, therefore no one knows it's me. So why is there a story about what happened with David and I... And more importantly, how do they know I have the key.