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to report tonight that Paris Hilton is deeply depressed over the arrest of her friend Lindsay Lohan on what appear to be trumped-up charges. WPOP has an exclusive interview with Ms. Hilton.
    MS. HILTON
    I am deeply depressed over the arrest of my friend Lindsay Lohan on what appear to be trumped-up charges. I can’t say anything more at this time as I am much too emotional.

S unday night, and the whole world fell apart. I was watching Night of the Dancing Zombies in HD on the television and the same movie on my netbook in Korean. They came on at the same time but the television version was ahead of the netbook version and I was trying to warn the dudes on netbook what was about to go down. It was like I could see into the future (about six seconds into the future) and come almost close to ruling the world. Then Mrs. Jones called and told Mom that Mr. Lord was on television bad-mouthing Da Vinci. Mom switched channels (without saying anything to me, which she would have been pissed if I had done!) and I saw Lord running his mouth as usual.
    â€œIf they are supposed to be specially gifted, what are they doing for the community with their alleged gifts?” He was about an inch away from the camera. “I don’t see anything that they are accomplishing!”
    Then there was a cut to the time we were all in Mrs. Maxwell’s office and I saw the Cruisers standing there. On-screen my head looked like a giant cantaloupe with braids. The only voice that was heard on the tape was Mr. Lord’s, and he looked like he was getting madder every moment.
    As soon as the news clip ended the telephone started ringing. Jody called, Kambui got on the horn, Kelly Bena, LaShonda, and then Mrs. Maxwell.
    â€œI spoke to a reporter this afternoon but I wouldn’t allow myself to be photographed,” she said in that cool, calm voice she has. “I told them that one thing we had in mind to do for the community would be to present a play in the school auditorium. I did mention an evening performance a week from this coming Thursday. I hope that sits well with the Cruisers.”
    Yo! She called us the Cruisers. That sat well with me already. It meant we were getting props from our main lady. But then I thought about what play she was talking about and I knew it was Act Six and I wondered if LaShonda was going to go for it. She had done the costumes and I wanted them to be used in the play really bad. In the first place I looked good in mine, and in the second place I wanted LaShonda to get over it. She was really an angel and she needed to get her glow on despite what bad things came her way. I believed that. Truly. Mom and me had been living it even though we weren’t always talking it. We were always going for the glow and hoping for the best.
    â€œI can’t speak for all of the Cruisers tonight,” I said to Mrs. Maxwell, “but I’m going for it big-time and I think they will, too.”
    I called Bobbi and told her what the deal was.
    â€œI’ll set up a conference call and we can discuss it,” she said.
    â€œAre you down for it?” I asked.
    â€œIf we put on the play for the community we might get some television coverage,” Bobbi said. “If we get television coverage then we blow ourselves up and our argument gets louder. If it gets loud enough, maybe somebody will actually listen to us when we talk about LaShonda’s situation and anything else we need to say.”
    â€œYou thought of all that just now?”
    â€œYeah, what were you thinking?”
    â€œHow can you think that fast?”
    â€œI’m a girl, we think faster than boys!”
    â€œWhatever.”
    Bobbi set up the conference call and Kambui was down with putting on the play. LaShonda wasn’t sure.
    â€œI think I just want to lie low for a minute,” she said. “Maybe go back to just being plain old LaShonda.”
    â€œYou’ve got talent, girl,” Bobbi said. “You