A Love Affair (Part 1 of 5: A Declaration To The Mysterious H)
I'm often alarmed by the sheer quantities of notes I receive* that contain impassioned outpourings of love, as I'm entirely unable to reconcile it with their behaviour in the classroom or at break time. I look round, expecting to see an almost Donovan-esque quality to their dealings with each other, and instead there they are forming two unevenly-matched sides and thrusting great handfuls of freshly-cut grass down their opponents lovely red sweatshirts.
But enough gentle reminiscing: these next five notes form an amusing (but ultimately tragic) tale of a cautionary nature. (Not necessarily a bad thing: perhaps it'll help cut teenage pregnancy in the local bus shelters.)