I’m sorry. Xnx I correct time.” He takes another sip. The power it draws my foot down harder and harder until my breaks scream when I hit a red light. The lockers in this school are standard. Oh, I forgot to mention. Since middle school. Let me know. It’s bright. You don’t need to save me from EVERY class. The halls are empty. Until then however, I’m Mr. “NO!” I shout as I come back to reality. Oh yeah puberty, girls, and drugs. “Listen, our family is special. This time I manage to paint my face with a shit-eating grin. I could feel the splinters of glass raining over my skin and leaving lines of red flaring pain. Suddenly, I’m standing in the middle of a foggy street. I can only stare. It has to be something with History, you know so much.
