Run kid, run it's Friday night.

Feb 29, 2008 - 22:00 PM PST

Friday. Day before March the 1st.
Nothing went well. Besides class and the Tennis clinic.
Fights broke out. Fire alarm went off.

Today is one of those days that you won't forget.
It's not something you'd want to remember either.
I thought I was either gonna get my ass kicked or beat them,
with my new raquet. It's very sexy.

But let me tell you how it all went down.
And this is honest truth. Remember, I hate lying.

Alright so, after the tennis clinic, we were taking back to school on the little cheese bus.
Everybody had a ride except me. My dad had inventory and my mom's car isn't in a good condition.
So I had to catch the bus. They bus doesn't pull into the school loop after 5:00, i think.
I had to stand across the street at the corner. The snow began to come at a quicker pace than usual.
Suddendly this guy comes from around the corner with this black jacket and sorta pats my back pocket and
then kinda takes my coat pocket. No doubt I was fucking scared, until I jerked away.
He asked me, "Aye yo whats this right here?" I didn't answer him. I didn't know him. I couldn't see his face.
Just eyes. Brown eyes. I quickly turned the Psp off but it kinda slipped and he kept tugging on the string.
I jerked back once again and told him to leave me alone. He wanted me to give it to him,
so there wouldn't be any problems. Then he said something, nobody ever told me,
"What if i just popped yo ass right now? What would you do?" I didn't answer. I wasn't about to say anything.
I walked a little to the side to see if the bus was coming and he pulled it again. Jerked back again and began walking fast.

The snow was coming down more. My feet were numb. My hands were numb. Heavy breathing.
I texted a few of you, because I was really scared. The street wasn't too dark due to the street lights.
Behind me, it was about five other guys. FIVE. Screaming shit that hurt me and pissed me off.
I was crying, because I thought, you're gonna get beat up, and robbed and left in the cold Ronnie...alone.
Kept walking fast and slid into a yard with these huge garbage cans and layed down on the floor.
I listened as they screamed, "Imma pop yo ass." and "Gay ass bitch." and "Stupid gay nigga. punk bitch."
Never. EVER. Have I been so disrespected and scared in my life. Nothing mattered but, staying low,
getting someone to pick me up. It was hard, but I was able to text my friend to get me. She was in the area.
I guess they turned around because it was awful quiet and I didn't see them.

She's like my sister and she basically saved me.
I was crying. I couldn't feel anything. I was still shocked...whatvever you wanna call it.
Came home. Took a nap. Thought about things and watched Quaterlife.
I was so scared. I was so scared.

For the rest of the night,
I wasn't intrested in anything.
Wasn't hungry. Some people got mad at me. I don't care. I really don't.
If you walked in my shoes today, you wouldn't be all happy-go-buddy.

Life is so, random and unexplainable.
Like, shit happens, but its like, out of the blue.
Plus the fact, that people hurt others for what reason?
I was minding my own business. Jeez.
Its not that I hate the world, its just some of the people.
Fake.Hurtful.Rude people. Ugh.

Oh well. This day is over.

I'm gonna listen to Uverworld tonight.

later.