I am really depressed. So depressed I went to buy some drugs. Weed. I roll a blunt and light up. I start smoking it. I am now looking at the ceiling. And my vision is getting blurry. Someone is now in front of me.
"Olivia?"
Someone puts a bag over my head. And I sleep.
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wheres my trombone you bitch
RandomAhmed's trombone is missing. The worst part, the culprit is a band kid. Ahmed will do anything to get his tromboney back. This story involves it all, sex, drugs, and a little bit of murder. Will these band kids own up to the truth, or keep it to the...
