"I would like to see Trainman's aforementioned story."
Ok. Well, I was at the lake one day with my cousin (right down the road), and we found the neighborhood idiot's stupid "camp fireplace" that he used for making senseless fires with. They were just coming back from the lake and were about halfway up the road to their house when we both came by (neighbor's dad, sisters, etc.). My cousin and I threw around some of the surrounding rocks, rearranged them, and broke some bottles there. 3-4 weeks later (just a week ago by now) he comes up to my house where he shouldn't have been and accuses me of this crap of "blasting" his fireplace to a cinder. He said that his dad was watching us do this. But wait, how did he see us if they were already at their house when we passed them? Does his dad have the ability to teleport? I don't think so. So this "My dad saw you crap" IS crap. I replied that I took some of the rocks from it to smash the bottles and then he said not to "blast" it again. He is a dumb 7th grader, and my dad comes to the door and asks, "What's the deal?" Brandon (Idiot) keeps saying "blasted my fireplace" all the time and my dad asks what "blast" means. That idiot Brando acts like it's a word that just "everyone should know by now." He can't even explain it correctly. When my dad asked, he replied with, "You know, blasting the fireplace." My dad wasn't amused and just said that he shouldn't worry about little things like that.
Well, Powers and I go back down to the lake trying to get Brandon's attention to fake him out about "blasting" the camp fireplace again. We go down there and Powers throws a bottle of that powdered pickle tasting stuff, 'Lucas.' [sic] He also dumps a bunch of pecans everywhere Brandon had in a pie pan. He comes down there and starts accusing me of crap again although it was Powers doing it. I didn't want to start any crap with Brandon just because we both could kick his butt because Brandon doesn'r realize what he's up against. He told us to leave and said that he knew the guy who owned the land and would get us in trouble. I then proceeded to say that it didn't matter if you know the guy who owns the land; it doesn't make it *your land.* And as far as I'm concerned, I don't know the person who owns this and I don't even know if Brandon was telling the truth, so I shall consider it goverment/city property until I know otherwise.
Then we left. No 7th grader who doesn't know what he's up against rule my life or my friends'.
"If I had my way everyone in my school would be dead." ~Makar
