[Moosh da Outlaw]

I have been picked on. Seventh grade was hell. There was this one jerk names Jamille who thought he was a genius, but he was about as far from it as possible. I can remember a conversation he butted into in class. I can't remember how it started.

Me: I heard Florida'd undergoing a draught right now.
Jamille: What are you, stupid? Florida can't have a draught, its surrounded by water!


Its an ocean, dumbass. You can't drink sea water.

Jamille also took the time to tell to everyone that Collage is a waste of time, that everyone learns enough in school, and that he was going to be a lawyer. Yeah, good luck with that dream. Hope you enjoy working at a gas station for the rest of your life.

I'm done now. ^^