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...

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...