An hour has passed since we notice it was raining, I'll describe the scene, Tommy and Nikki high and drunk, Mrs.Verona and the police guard having sex on a bathroom, the other students on the roller coaster, and we notice that half of our group is on jail, that sound like a fucking movie but It's our fucking reality.
—You: So now what?.—
—We need to wait until the rain is over.—
—Eddie(hanging the phone): They guys at the jail, said that we need to pay 100 bucks for get them free.—
—What do they do?.—
—Eddie:Nobody told me.—
—Tommy(with a drunk voice): You're a very beautiful woman.—
—Jason: Move Tommy I'm not a woman.—
—You(doing a facepalm):This is a disaster.—
—It could be worse.—
—Nikki: Does anyone feel dizzy?.—
He throw up.
—Well, I think I'll need a new pair of shoes.—
—Eddie(rubbing his hand): Can we take out this thing?.—
—We've tried everything, and nothing happens, so we have to wait for the police guard.—
—Tommy(resting on a chair): This office is so fucking hot.—
—Jason: It's like the 5ft time you said that, so shut up!.—
The phone rings.
—You:Hello?.—
—Who is calling?.—
—You: It's Hudson, Marc and Sabo.—
—Jason: Again?.—
You hang the phone.
—Nikki: What did they said?.—
—You: That one of the cops called Mr.Carson and he's on his way to the station.—
—So we are on problems.—
—You(gettin a little angry): I don't know.—
—Eddie(watching a magazine): I always knew there was something wrong with this school.—
—Nikki(laughing):We are too much for you or what?.—
—Eddie: The thing is that this generation of Kennedy's it's the worst one, you're idiots.—
—Well thank you Mr.Perfect, now take us away this handcuffs.—
The phones rings.
—Jason(answering):Hello?.—
—Tommy(sitting on the chair):Guys can we go for some hamburgers or burritos?.—
—Can You shut up?.—
—Nikki: You need to shut up bitch.—
I almost punch him.
—Eddie(falling of the chair): Ouch, Val , my hand.—
—Sorry, and you Sixx shut the fuck up, you'll see later.—
—Nikki: My room is always open for you.—blinks his eye.—
—Grows.—
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