| Show Is It True That Hoyo Lies Dead By REN EE PYOTT My name is Little I'm a This is my I was quietly sitting in my rickety chair in one of the rickety rooms in the rickety west wing of the I looked into the poker face of the fellow sitting next to His pitted skin wrinkled as he screwed his into a sinister His adam's apple bulged from his skinny neck and he got I stared in terror at his desperate little I had to stall for have I I He looked at me in disgust and then been following you ever since you were a And do you know ya little you're one of them rah-rah And I hate rah-rah he said as he poked me in the chest with his left fore Perspiration rolled down my The palms of my hands were soggy as I fumblingly tore a piece of paper out of my I know my time's Just let me write a little note before you finish me I he make it With shaking hands I scrawled my last words on the scrap of the note have gone to the college of the happy hunting I have done my best by I have eaten lunch in said on Hello taken my squaw to the written articles for the bought my posed as a house decoration for bought pom pom's at cheered for the and run for a position in the student I guess that I will leave It has been knowing Little Hoyo A loud gunshot shook the windows in the Annex and I fell to the I gasping for breath and rich spirited blood soaked into the scarred floor There was a scream from the door of the room and I heard a young freshman fresh from high school anybody going to save The people standing over my little dying body just looked at each |
