This thought of the whole class throwing away the food I was going to bring in, or throwing it up for that matter, buzzed throughout my head the entire bus ride home. I couldn’t tell what was going round and round faster, my brain or the bus’s wheels. Finally, I arrived on my torn up old block that hadn’t changed ever since we’d moved here, and went around the ordinary turns to get to my boring trailer that was sitting on the side of the road. If there was one thing that bothered me more than getting something for tomorrow’s party right now…
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