Dear Alec this is just for you. I changed the title a little. I hope you enjoy
it as you and J.T. gave me the idea for writing it. Greet your mother for me.
I hope all is well with her. Mrs. O
In the suburbs of New Orleans on the Northshore sat a newly constructed two-story middle school. In its newness, it out shone the schools around it. It was one of the first two story schools constructed in the area and had a modern look at the time of a glass front entrance and to the left side of the entrance glass sections that protruded outwards in a convex fashion running up the height of the building. One could stand in the library on the second floor and survey the parking lot. Although no one usually did, unless, of course, they were waiting on their parents to check them out and they just so happened to be in the library.



