The Oldest House?

The funny thing is they had colored dresses, and the food wasn't Latino, like old New Orleans. The old buildings, some, were like ghosts, the oldest house. A herd of classical, racist again Latinos barged in the oldest school on the shop street. We left early, my bro and I. The toilet is haunted and so is the statue of the worse kid. They move and talk, the male teacher and dunce boy. There's a lady in the window upstairs, not sure if there's a bell there, but it moves maybe and talks I know now.

Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T