Monica Lewinsky was bored. Nothing major, just bored. And it wasn't her fault that the coffee was finished. Neither was was the empty box of Fruit Loops or the drive to Macy's to go get cereal then picking the wrong one then driving back to get the right one. And it wasn't her fault that when she came up the porch only to step on her dead ex bestfriends body. Or was it? ~~~~~~~ Life's never boring in The Hoebot. There's always drama. Something happening. Like the time when a freshman caught the history teacher having sex with the principal, or the time when Dobby Seniors filled the entire swimming pool with ice-lollies for the winter ball, or the time when Marinade Cooper came crying because her cat died with a frying pan and hot sizzling bacon on top of it or- You get the point, so if I was bored with all this drama and decided to get coffee it was a big thing- which just got me to where I am today. Sitting inside an investigation room filled with tension and everyone on edge? My mothers quiet sobs the only sound. Oh did I forget to tell you about the six teens who despise each 8 to why? Rebecca Wilson, you dead bitch, what the hell have you got us into? *sighs* I blame the fruit loops and lattes.