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.