Vocabulary Story - First Trimester Exam

"What's wrong, Gertrude," asked Agatha, a devout Christian and strong believer of abstinance. "No, no, no. Nothing. It's just...uhhh...nevermind. Nothing is wrong," replied Gertrude, now beginning to recoil. Agatha knew that something was wrong; she had to find a way to elicit a confession from Gertrude. During the night, after Gertrude had fallen asleep, Agatha decided to rummage through her belongings. In Gertrude's book bad, Agatha found a pre-calculus text book, a couple of Hello Kitty spiral-bound notebooks, and a gorilla action figure. Agatha pondered, "A gorilla? These are the largest of all the anthropoid apes. They're terrestrial and vegetarian, and they are of west equatorial Africa and the Kivu highlands. Good thing it's only an action figure." While placing the toy back into Gertrude's book bag, Agatha discovered a not, folded up and torn in places. It read:

"Dearest Gertrude,
How are you? It's been a while. Well, I'll cut straight to the point - last weekend was horrible. I think our choices are soon to hinder our once laudable and chaste relationship. Our actions would be considered illicit, seeing as I'm 18 and you're 12. That minuscule factor never stood as an affliction in the past, but now, all I do is cry about my desregard for decency of speech, dress and behavious. I'm lacking the modesty I once had. And in today's world, who's modest? Such a characteristic is scarce, now-a-days. My immense and endless dolor has caused me to develop this horrid doughnut infatuation. You know? Doughnuts are so great. They're these small cakes of sweetened or, sometimes, unsweetened dough fried in deep fat, typically in the shape of a ring, or when prepared with a filling, a ball. They're absolutely divine. They provide just the solace I need. In case you don't know what solace means, they console me; the doughnuts comfort me and lessen the grief. I wish we had set up a conference, and discussed the situation together before taking part in such insolence. My parents threatened to tell yours, but I precluded their intentions. I couldn't let them expose that information. I was terrified that your family would overreact and repudiate you due to your actions. I suppose living in a convent can act perniciously at times; maybe not physically, but mentally and emotionally. Well, I guess that's all for now.

Kindest regards,
Your loving daughter, Gertrude.

Thanks for proving my initial belief that you were nothing but nosey and invasive. You tried to hide it through your subtle sweetness and caring act."

When Agatha was finished, the letter spontaneously combusted and Gertrude was gone.