Chapter 3~Maybe Next Time Bowers

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I zoned back in and saw Patrick take Stanleys Kippah,"Nice Frisbee loser" he chuckled and trow it on the passing bus,I got up and my yellow canvas bag fell off at the same time oh my god I can't remember how many times Greta has made fun of my bag snap out of it Marley focus why are you thinking about this then I remembered there's drugs in my bag and cigarettes idk why I was thinking about this all i know is I went for my bag and before I could get it Henry grabbed it from the ground like a little kid in a candy shop,"hey that's min give it back Bowers" I hollered at him as he raised it in the air away from my grasp "why should I mop head" he called me that because my hair was curly it didn't even look like a mop,"if anyone has a mop for hair its you two" I said pointing to Henry and Patrick.I froze in place as Henry slammed my bag to my chest,he went over to Billy I could tell he was about to push him I dropped my bag and went in front of him before he pushed Billy.As if he would stop just because I got infront of Bill I was gonna just get use both hurt,then a police radio went off and Henry stopped,it was his dad.

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