Gun chase

The start

I let myself drift in and out of Spanish class as Ms. Bendrid rants about how much your going to use it in your life. Brett raises his hand beside me to answer the next question." You can use it when traveling." He says with a smug smile stretched across his face." Correct again Brett." Ms. Bendrid says and points at the board and begins another rant about some country that I will never go to. The bell rings and I grab my stuff and dash out of the last class of the day. I run through the school, bumping into kids and getting complaints about my rudeness.

My feet fly down the sidewalk to my bus and I dash on and head towards my seat in the back. Once I get comfortable I put in my headphones and blare my music. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I look behind me and see Tom with a frustrated look on his face, again." Can you turn your stupid rock music down? I can hear it from here." He says." First of all this music isn't stupid unlike all of the songs you listen to about break ups and ex's. This is actually the good music with real emotions instead of that crap." I say calmly before turning it up a little more for the fun." I swear Taylor I will kill you some day!" He shouts in frustration and sits back in his seat. I sigh and wait for my stop to get off.

After getting off the bus, I walk into my house where my mom welcomes me home with a snack." How was your day today? Any homework over the weekend?" She says as she turns off the oven and dries her hands on a towel." No, I don't , but that annoying Tom kid commented on my music again so I told him off." I say and look through the pantry for a snack." Good, he shouldn't judge your taste of music when he listens to that junk. It's all auto tune and breakups." She says and I laugh at this." True." I say and bite into a granola bar.