Letter to our lovely principal :3

Dear Mr. Teplov,

I was forced by Ms. Siht to write a letter to you about all stress that students gain at school.

First of all, I would like to draw your attention on the time in which lessons begin. I think that 8 o’clock is very early for all of those young brains to work and increase their knowledge. Secondly, of course, the amount of homework. Do you really think pupils are doing absolutely everything they have to do at home? Well that’s an easy question and I bet you know the answer. I am just trying to say that all of our scholars need to do homework just for grades not for knowledge, so you should say to all teachers that from now on they should give to their pupils only very important homework and it should be interesting. If they will enjoy their homework, by doing it their brain will automatically remember what they did. Finally, just stop looking so angry, please. When students are walking pass or near you they feel so much stress.

I hope you will keep in mind what I said and our school will be a better place. I am looking forward to hearing from you.

Yours sincerely,
Olly

Story

It started like any other day… I woke up and did what I always do first. I went to the bathroom to tidy myself up. When I was going to grab my toothbrush I had noticed a red spot in the window. It was a big blood stain on the window of a house across the road. “What happened there?”- I wondered. A second after that thought I saw a silhouette of a man in that ‘red window’… He was packing something. I took my binoculars and had started my investigation. “That man… oh my god… He is putting some body parts in huge black plastic bags.”- I told to myself. I was very frightened by what I saw, but it made my investigation more interesting. I chose to get as close as I can. The man was all in green clothes and I remembered it. He started to leave that flat. He took his things with him. I grabbed my notebook with a pen and ran to stalk him. He had packed everything in his car and rode somewhere. I followed him on my car. He stopped near the sea to through away those bags with body parts. I started to write everything down and when I had lifted my head up I didn’t see him. Suddenly, I felt a mosquito bite. Unfortunately, it was that man… He made me an injection… While I was falling unconscious I saw his smiling face and he told me: “It is a big pleasure to meet you my next toy”.