Principal Schreiber is hunting me.
Help. I am a small innocent mouse just trying to vibe in the walls of Northeast High, and Principal Schreiber is trying to GET me. I saw him dragging a mousetrap the size of a skateboard, I haven't slept in days.
The freshmen smell like wet gym socks and Axe body spray. I went blind for 2 minutes. One of them tried to chase me with a Chromebook.
Ms. Gray is the only one who didn't scream. She winked at me and slid me a cracker under the door. Legend.
I barely escaped the clutches of Tammy Begunich, whose heels echo like a horror movie. And Colberg? I think she's telepathic. I thought about cheese and she turned around.
I give the garbage selection a solid 8/10.
All in all, if you're a rodent looking for a thrill (or a near-death experience), Northeast High might be your jam. Just beware of Schreiber. I don't know how, but I'm pretty sure he knows my name.
I live behind locker 247 now. Please send help. And cheddar. read more