I've inspected a tape recorder.

As I walked down a narrow dark and somewhat creepy alley way to get to school I stumbled across an old tape recorder. I took it to school and began to work on it. I cleaned everything up and it was ready to be used. So I strolled around the school grounds aimlessly looking for anything to record I was coming to the end of my trip around the school, I was thinking of giving up searching for a conversation of someone to record but immediatly following this thought. It was a tall year 12 he had short brown hair that was gelled and messy, you could tell he hadn't shaved in a few weeks because of his stubble that looked like a nasty thorn bush, he had thin black glasses covering his eyes, his nose was an average nose and his face was long. He was wearing a year 12 vest with his shirt untucked and socks half way up his leg. He was standing infront of another year 12. This one looked different, he had medium length black hair, he was clean shaved, Big brown eyes a long nose and he had neat and tidy uniform. But the really interesting this was the conversation they were having. I wanted to record it, I set my mind to finding the best spot for recording. These two people were standing next to a few trees some skinny some fat, Luckily for me there was a tree very close by that was thick and I could hide behind. I had a Salad roll with Cheese, carrot, beetroot, lettuce and all the other salad stuff minus tomato's. I walked around this tree and sat down infront of it. Their conversation was still at a good volume to be able to pick up with the tape recorder. As the conversation battled on for another 10 minutes I heard silence, nothing. I put The TR in my pocket and slowly helped my way up to my feet by using the tree. The conversation had stopped and I wanted to find out why, I creeped around the tree to have a peek to see if they were still there, they weren't. I looked left and right to see if they were still in sight, the boy with the stubble had left to the right and the other to the left. I'd wondered why they had left to opposite directions for a few hours, playing back the tape listening for any clues, clues for what? Just clues. The school bell rang and I walked to my classes. School was finished and I was sitting on my bed. Finished up all my homework, and got back to this recording. By now I'd scrated the conversation down onto paper, crossing out words looking for any small details that might show me something interesting.
*To be continued, probably not.*