Confession

Guys, I have a confession to make. Peter…I am ga..ah...uh…a ninja. I am legally considered a lethal weapon. If I hit someone with an intent to hit (playing around does not count), it is not just assault but attempt of murder/ assault with lethal weapon. For those who already knew this, too bad, just listen, because I am lethal according to the government. I am in fact, however, an innocuous little virgin boy who has hurt people inadvertently before. Well…that was during sparring which does not really count for it happens and I got hurt before. Anyways, I need to get to the point of this. All of you probably heard about Jeff and Marshall's experience. Oh yes, also the je…I mean Nitkin. Jeff's is a rumor. I did not cause Jeff's head injury. He himself caused it. Marshall on the other hand, was almost hurt by me. The Story goes like this. The usual group of guys were relaxing in the common room. We somehow ended up discussing about how I can kill or do backflips. Marshall then asked me if I was going to kill him. Because I was rather grumpy the whole day, I said maybe. I picked up the silver sharpie on the table and aimed a spot next to his head. I threw it. Jordan Alper jumped, swore, and jumped. Again. He was the only one who spotted the actual action taking place and the pen swishing past Marshall's brightly illuminating hair. We checked the wooden double door. There was a dent, an imprint of the sharpie. Therefore, the legendary ninja story began. Everytime I appeared in the common, the room became silent. I remember Dallas saying "Dude, I love how your being in here changes the room's atmosphere completely" May the imprint remain there until I return to cherub for some random reason. May that imprint be a reminder to future cherubs that once, a ninja was a journalist.