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Fan fiction by gryffindorgal posted zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita
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I sat down and handed my makala to Ms. Johnson, my school newspaper supervisor. "This is all about Dave and Buster's?" I shook my head.
"Just read."
Many of my readers have been asking, ahem, begging, for an makala on the Green Hornet. Well now wewe have one. I was walking nyumbani with my friend, Lana Davis, last week on a Saturday night when we were attacked kwa several armed men. Before we were sliced and diced, a stunning black car peeled around the corner. It took a few men with it as it flew through the mob. We were pulled inside as the men driving sped off. They introduced themselves as the Green mavu, hornet and Kato. Don't walk nyumbani alone, kids.
"This has got to be made up," Ms. Johnson sneered.
"I thought wewe might say that," I said, holding out the day's paper. Armed Men Found on Streetcorner was plastered across the front page. She skimmed over it, and her eyes grew wide. I nodded and smiled smugly. "Yep," I said, standing up, "I was almost cut up pretty bad."
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Fan fiction by gryffindorgal posted zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita
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I clicked off the TV and stood up. zaidi news on the infamous Green Hornet. The police were getting angry about the vigilante, but I was neither way about the whole thing. The doorbell rang and I shouted, "Coming!"
"Still on school newspaper? wewe know the only stories people want to hear are ones about the Green Hornet." I rolled my eyes.
"Would wewe please tell me why you're dragging me out today?"
"To break wewe out of your paper cell." She continued to drag me to the Dave and Buster's about a mile from my house. She waved a leaflet about game specials under my nose, and shrugged, "You could write an makala about it."
We stayed way too long and it was dark when we left. "Was that so hard?" Lana laughed. The mitaani, mtaa lights flickered as we walked.
"Who is that?" I squinted to see what appeared to be a man standing at the bend in the road. We stood there for a moment. The man walked away.
As we approached the corner the man had been standing at, we were instantly surrounded kwa at least thirty other men. "Brett," Lana whispered, "you got your mace?" I nodded slowly. Before I could pull it out of my pocket, a man grabbed my arms, and held them...
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