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