The bus stop where the 242 drops me off is near this old tree fort and sometimes these kids are up there and they call me names and throw things at me. One time they threw eggs at me when I was getting off the bus. But the eggs missed me and hit the bus window instead. The bus driver got really mad and got out and yelled at the kids. Then the kid's mom came out and yelled at them. She told the bus driver that the kids would have to go and wash the bus on the weekend. I haven't seen the kids up in the fort since. Which is good because I don't like them.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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