ryan169

I am walking out of school with C. Outside the doorway, my old English teacher Mr. Bell is handing out bibles. I tell him that I hate the bible; C and him laugh. There is a bible on the ground and I kick it. Now C looks mad and she goes off to her bus. I get on my bus and make my way to the back. The last two rows have seats all the way across. I take a seat between two boys slightly younger than me. One pulls out a pipe and they both start smoking weed.

Just fragments today...

- I stand, shirtless, looking in a mirror. I see that I am very hairy.

- I am on the school bus, sitting alone, and a girl asks if we can trade seats.

- I'm in a restaurant with my parents. We're going to our table when we stop because they see two people they know. These people both start talking to talk to me at the same time. I don't recognize either of them.