Men cry not for themselves...
Every morning at school, I buy the same damn chocolatey drink.(the bottle is about the size of a water bottle.) I always throw it at the trash can and it usually goes right in. Sometimes I miss, but THESE times were special. Yesterday, I threw it, it hit the inner edge of the can, rolled a half circle around, shot off the edge and out the cafeteria door. Dammit. I ran away while my friends laughed. TODAY, the same thing happens, except it flies in the opposite direction and bounces off the principal's chrome dome of a head. DAMMIT. I run again, but to no avail, as I run into Mr. Manetti, the Vice Principal and the BIGGEST(height and muscle) and SCARIEST dude I've ever met. I got a detention. And as I sat in room 129 for 1 hour more than I should have been in school, I looked directly upwards and started an inner prayer of only a few words.
"Really God? REALLY?"
"Really God? REALLY?"
...But for their comrades.
