Today. What should I say about it?
Well, I was paged to the office today, a terminally ill person came to our school and I was called to interview him out of all the other the other reporters. And by my side was my close friend as a photographer to accompany me.
He took lots of pictures, they're most likely good. Good job, at least one of us completed our task. Turns out, the terminally ill patient is a jock for Maples. Low and behold, he's a douche. Halfway through the interview that consisted of the Q&A's he walks away from me. Yeah.
He could have at least said, "I'm sorry, can we stop now?" I would've agreed if he just asked.
Well, maybe terminally ill people are ill for a reason. Or at least some of them.
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Lmfaooo!
Me and Vincent were in the Library and when we heard it I looked at him and I was like;
K: Did they just call my name?
V: Yeah, I think so.
K: Ohh... where are you going?
V: Office, they called me.
K: Whaa?
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