So, to pick up where we left off... Ah, yes, I was telling everyone about how I won the poetry contest. Which, by the way, got me 10 thousand dollars, which, of course, my parents wouldn't let me spend. I was annoyed but I understood their reasons. Putting the money in a savings account was a great idea... Unfortunately, all that money got stolen. But that's a story for another time.
Now let's fast forward to the next morning, in which the alarm wakes me up and I get grumpily into the shower and bla bla bla... So I bla'ed my way through my morning routine, and went to the bus stop. Now, I should explain a few things about the kids in my neighborhood. They were a. stupid, b. retarded, and c. annoying. I think about 90% of them did drugs, but that's just a guesstimation. There were a few good kids but they weren't exactly the type of people I'd be friends with either. So, you might say I was a complete outsider in this place. At the bus stop, I'd just stand around and wait for the bus. I