Emmett has struck again. This time that irksome turnip has caused no end of trouble for me at school!
He acquired something called a 'money gun', and unbeknownst to me, loaded it with my personal business cards and proceeded to shoot them into the air, hither and thither around the school parking lot. Apparently he also went so far as to point the device into several of the girls' bathrooms and the girls' locker room too.
Principal Greene called me into his office at lunchtime and produced a soggy item containing my contact information, then demanded to know why the school had been fairly littered with my personal calling cards. He insisted I stay after school and was not to leave until I had recovered every last stray card.
Emmett had taken all five gross of the cards, minus the one in this journal and the one I gave to Bella in biology. I managed to recover 704 of the remaining 718, all ruined, I might add, marred by the rain, footprints of the careless student body or befouled by the slime covering the tiled floors of the girls' facilities. Fourteen unknown individuals now have my contact details and this is most bothersome.
I do hope whomever those cards found themselves in possession by, do not choose to pester me about homework or some other meaningless nonsense. I have no desire to be subjected to their adolescent drivelling, nor spend my private moments listening to more vapid ramblings. Their voices and thoughts at school would already bore me to tears if I could shed any.
My number is private! I take Emmett's violation with the utmost seriousness and he shall pay for this dearly. That butter brained fool said that Bella should be afforded her privacy too, but fails to see the very marked differences in these situations. I already gave her my number and I want her to call me. Besides, I love her! He understands nothing. Imbecile!
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