Poster

I clicked off the TV and stood up. mais 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? You know the only stories people want to hear are ones about the Green Hornet." I rolled my eyes.
"Would you please tell me why you're dragging me out today?"
"To break you 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 artigo 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 artigo on the Green Hornet. Well now you have one. I was walking início with my friend, Lana Davis, last week on a Saturday night when we were attacked por 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...