Disclaimer: I own everything. Mwa ha ha ha. Just kidding. Newies doesn't belong to me.
[A/N]: This story is written COMPLETELY in DOCUMENT FORM.
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Documented
Chapter Two
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Madison Square
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Dear Sarah,
Roses are red,
Cherries are, too.
Just wanted to say
That I love you.
I hope you find this note in your locker because otherwise I'll be standing next to the lion statue outside for hours looking like a complete fool. Anyway, meet me outside next to the lion statue in the courtyard after school. I'm waiting until 4:30 pm. I want to walk you home.
Please, ditch your brother.
I want this to be 'us' time.
With love,
Jack
Dear Jack,
Violets are blue,
just like my mood.
I can't see you
This afternoon.
It doesn't rhyme as well as your poem. I hope you see this letter because otherwise you will look like an utter fool standing alone next to the lion statue for hours.
I really wanted to see you. Really. But right after school I have to take Les to play practice or I'll be bludgeoned to death by my mother.
Maybe tomorrow?
BTW, you have a pop quiz on Friday with Denton. I saw his weekly planner open on his desk.
Love,
Sarah
Announcement over Intercom
March 13
9:25 AM
Would Anthony Higgins please report to the High School Office. Remember, students, March 25, 7:00 PM is the Spring Formal. Fifteen dollars to get in. Itey DiGiornio, your mother wants to remind you to please get a ride home with somebody after school. Anthony Higgins, report to the High School Office. Now. NOW, Anthony Higgins.
Central Prep School Newspaper
The Lion's Tale
Racetrack soon to be Expelled?
by Gloria Newton
Surely everyone has heard Mr. Anthony Higgins called to office a lot lately? Higgins, better known as Racetrack among friends, might be crossing the line.
Recently caught smoking on campus, Higgins has just returned to school from a week's suspension. It is now rumored that he is holding illegal substances in the top drawer of his dresser in his room.
When asked to comment, Higgins took up his electric guitar, turned up the volume on the amplifier, and bombarded us with chords.
Mr. David Jacobs,
As editor of The Lion's Tale, we at the School Board expected better of you. You are to recall this month's issue of Lion's Tale and tell each of your writers that fabricating stories is not a suitable technique with which to receive attention.
Sincerely,
Joseph H. Pulitzer
Principle of Central Prep Academy
Specs,
You are a huge asshole. You almost got me in trouble for that blurb about Racetrack. Just because I was sick doesn't mean you could sneak in some article that I had disapproved. You're lucky I'm here on scholarship, otherwise I'd kill you.
—Davey
David,
BITE ME.
—Specs
Specs,
That's Dutchy's job.
—Davey
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End Chapter Two
[A/N]:
Shoutouts:
Dakki: ::is glomped::Dakki's read Celia, too!
I must give credit where credit is due.
This style of writing is really not mine.
Isn't Moriarty truly divine?
I love that book. Yay for Cruel Intentions! That's a great movie. Actually, I wasn't thinking of it when I wrote this chapter, but it works.
Actually, other than the Pen Pal thing and letter/document format, this has nada else in common with Celia.
uninvisible: I'm glad this amuses you. And now that I think of it, Jack and Spot writing letters to each other WOULD be v. v. strange, no?
Review please!!!!