Anonymous

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09:00

The time Walters High News daily issue was up for grabs every morning. Hardly anyone read the paper, many didn't know why the issues were still being printed.

It was really for the Journalism class I suppose. One day those kids might work for the New York Times or something crazily known like that. Its so bizarre how everyone you know will do something with their life or become something. Its even more unbelievable that all these famous figures were once just like people in your everyday life.

It wasn't really just the school paper, it was for the local city. No one ever read the paper from school before as you know. NO ONE. Until now.

***

"Dude, this is about you!" a guy in a beanie pushed between the two girls, the school's paper in his hand. One of them recognized him, it was none other than Kush.

"The name is Leslie, and why'd you get the paper?" snapped the girl glaring to the left of Kush with her hair down as she sassily walked.

"No kidding, Les. See for yourself," Kush juts the paper out to Leslie earning a scowl. Leslie would never scowl, only when it comes to an obnoxious stoner like Kush.

"I hate it when you call me that," Leslie scoffed, snatching the paper with such force it nearly rips.

"Right there," Kush stepped back, his arms up in a told-you-so manner after pointing to the bottom right hand corner of the page. The three were stood in the middle of a traffic filled hall, obviously they were pushed around quite a bit.

"Looks like Little Miss Perfect isn't so perfect after all," Leslie begins to read, her eyes squinting a bit, "Wait until you read this Wednesday's issue of 'Anonymous'." She rolls her eyes and thrusts the paper back to Kush. "That could mean anyone!"

"So that means is could mean you," Kush took quick steps to rejoin the resumed walking girls.

"That means it also couldn't mean me," Leslie walks faster in hopes that Kush will leave her alone. He doesn't.

"Everyone calls you Little Miss Perfect!"

"No one has ever said that to me."

"They call you it though."

Leslie stops turning to face Kush, "So? It's at the bottom where no one can see it." She turns back forward, doing a small hair flip at the same time.

"It's on the front."

"That's true," Leslie's friend finally spoke up.

"Also I saw it and I can't even read," Kush said rather stupidly.

"You can read, Kush! Why do you have to act like a complete idiot all the time? Oh wait you are an idiot," Leslie feigns a smile, lightly smacking Kush's arm.

"Ow! You know I was just try-" Kush gets cut off by the one-minute bell.

"Kush, I gotta get to class..."

"Meet me after school, at the bleachers!"

"With the druggies? No!"

"Do it, Leslie, meet me after school."

"Wha-"

"Please," Kush frowns as he pulls at Leslie's arm.

"Fine," Leslie huffed then yanked her arm out of Kush's grasp, leaving for next period.

***

Brooklyn Hill was currently stuffing her gym clothes into her locker. That is until a kind lad that was definitely a guy entered the girl's locker room.