Lessons Were Learned
In high school, I was a bad kid. I didn't do drugs or drink beer, but I was bad. School wasn't a priority of mine during my junior year, and I failed all of my classes except weight training, ceramics, and jewelry. I lived for the bell at the end of the day. This was the first year that I drove, and I did it a lot. I had an old baby blue Chevrolet pickup that could fly like the wind. I met a lot of people, and gained some good friends. Towards the beginning of the year, I spent lots of my time with my friend Jim. He was into cars and he helped me a lot with my truck. We used to get to school early every day to get good parking. Sitting in his truck, we listened to music, talked about the most random things, and smoked cigarettes. We shared the same first class and were always late to it. We both failed it. Another cool friend that I had was Stacey. We had dated for a while back in the eighth grade, so I knew her pretty well. We both spent our free third period and our time after school together. Stacey's friend Scott was a senior whom I already knew because he was a friend of my older brother years earlier. Early in the school year, the three of us hung out on the weekends. Some time after Christmas, Scott and Stacey met
The egg was still fresh, and it was all over the side of my truck. He believed me and told me everything. I wrote down five names on a piece of paper, names of the five people that I thought did this to me. He said that it was all Vicki's idea, because she was still bitter at Stacey, and I believed him because it made sense. We all seemed to get along well and had some good times together. As it's lights came on, the car sped off. Sometime in March, things changed. That bothered me, but I did it because I wanted to keep all of my friends. We built huge bonfires and sat around them telling stories and sipping beer. At twelve thirty, I went to the street to get in my truck, and as I put my hand on the door handle to open the door, I felt gooey stuff on the handle.
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