I sat down and handed my article to Ms. Johnson, my school newspaper supervisor. "This is all about Dave and Buster's?" I shook my head.
Many of my readers have been asking, ahem, begging, for an article on the Green Hornet. Well now you have one. I was walking home with my friend, Lana Davis, last week on a Saturday night when we were attacked by 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 Green Hornet and Kato. Don't walk home alone, kids.
"This has got to be made up," Ms. Johnson sneered.
"I thought you might say that," I said, holding out the day's paper. Armed Men Found on Streetcorner was plastered across the front page. She skimmed over it, and her eyes grew wide. I nodded and smiled smugly. "Yep," I said, standing up, "I was almost cut up pretty bad."