When the school day of unbearable lectures was over, I slugged to the bus walking past all the unsocial kids sitting in the brown leather seats, with their backs to the window on their phones, not even looking up scared to start a conversation. As I approached my seat, Connor raced on the bus trying to push past me so he can win the silly, stupidly satisfying race, but I came out victorious. “Bro, what the heck! Why didn’t you let me past? I know you got the fat backpack and you feel the need to walk slow but come on.” Connor complained. “Hey, that is what I do, and by the way want to hang?” I randomly asked.
“Of course, but let's go to your house so we can play on your gray chipped driveway.”
“Alright, but get ready to get your butt kicked,
“Of course, but let's go to your house so we can play on your gray chipped driveway.”
“Alright, but get ready to get your butt kicked,