It used to be so joyful, so packed . . . so . . . so, phantabulous. Everyone who was anyone wrote for the Times, and almost everyone read. It's been going down hill, along with the people in the world and it's just not right. Here is the story of the Times reopening.
The year was 2014, the presses were closing, the doors were boarded up when all of a sudden pictures and complaints and rude comments to the editor arose. AMae was flooded with rude mails and posts telling to change it for the viewers that were left. Screaming and shouting and pushing into the Times office is what it came to, then one day newspapers were thrown at doors, smacking the concrete steps at 3 am. Who was handing them out was hidden, clearly that's why they handed the newspapers out at 3am.
The face was caught on tape. Right there, on a tape. But the face was blurry, female indeed.
AMae had a plan, we all could tell. Groups and groups of people had different ideas but none were right. The articles were bad, the grammar was horrifying, no one even liked them. Posters were plastered of the woman's face all over Whyville trying to figure out who it was but no one found out. Everyone could tell something was wrong. This new paper was called The TImes, so similar to The Times.
No one was happy with these papers, throwing them in the trash, using them for spitballs . . . it wasn't right.
Now, it's 2017 and the truth was unleashed and the papers were back to how it used to be. AMae had admitted to what she had done. She had written the horrible articles for so many years, handing out fake newspapers to people as promotion. She had a plan, and a great one it was . . . to hand out a horrible newspaper and finally confess it was her. Over all the years people would write billions of articles to submit and have 53 articles each paper.
A celebration was put together, fireworks went off. That . . . was my horrible article to promote the Times. Do we really want The TImes or The Times? We don't want crappy, 5 minute articles? No. We want our old Times back, start writing.
~ Brianna
