| True story (BUT NOT REALLY, DON'T READ TOO HARD INTO THIS):
I was riding home from school today on my bus from an early class,
listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were
stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming.
I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare.
Out in an unfenced cul-de-sac were 3 guys. Two of them standing, one of
them was on the ground bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball
bat and was about ready to smash it into his head again, when they
realized a whole busload of kids were looking at them.
As the bus driver radioed in the 911 call the other man, who hadn't
been doing anything, took a pistol out of his jacket and shot the guy
in the head. At this point the whole bus was in shock and glued to the
morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off.
When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just
seen. Then my mom got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie
and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the
license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I
could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo
homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I
yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my
kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the fresh prince of
Bel-Air. |
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| *sigh* @ 'Horns, 'Boys, Henin, and Roddick
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| SNAKES ON A PLANE.
That is all.
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