Dear Mr. Kail,
I would like to sencerly apalagize for smaking you in the face with my fist. I mean it. You are my favoret engrish teacher. I respect your lessons and I listen to them in full attention. I hope you could forgive me. Also, the burse on your eye is barly noticeable. You are only kinda old and can get the ladies if you want.
Yours truly, Joey Wheeler.
Richard Kail was expecting this letter. He also expected it to be shit, but the level of bullshit that this letter is was something beyond his predictions.
The teacher crumpled up the letter and tossed it in the trash. Then, grabbing his grade book, he opened it to the W section. He dragged his finger down the paged until it landed on Wheeler. J.
The proud D- then transformed into an F.
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AUTORS NOTE: YUGIOH IS NOT THE MINE!
Yes, well then. What can I say? I have an Idea but it's not completely thought out yet. SOOOOOo, I decided to hand in this crap as a short prologue.
Things to know:
~The next chapter is a Seto Kaiba one.
~Yea, The spelling errors are on purpose.
~I got a new dog.
~My computer was broken. I just bought a new one a few weeks ago.
()()()()()- Thanks for reading, now go play a card game.