I woke up one morning, specifically this morning, unhappy, in fact, I came to my chances. I got up, got dressed, grabbed my bookbag and headed to school. Me and twelve other kids were late, and one of our teachers started bitching. I picked up a rock, and threw it at the teacher's head, sending them down. I smirked slightly. It was pretty fun. The other kids looked at me like, "What the forget, Ash?" and I looked back at them, "Lets start a riot, shall we?" I said. My partner, and roommate, stepped up. "I'm with you." He said. "Nice to see you on my side, Robert." I said. Long story short: There was a riot and we got suspended. Post tales of riots.
This is indeed a true story, people. If not true, why would I include both, my roommate and partner's name, and My name?
