GETTING EVEN
MEDICAL MARIJUANASlam! That’s the sound the door makes in my face after fighting with my dad. I immediately stomped my feet as loud as possible, left, right, left, boom, boom, boom, right back to my room. As soon as I entered I turned around and stared at his door, I swear it is making faces at me. I grabbed onto it with both hands and whipped it with all the strength that my body could put into it. I was thinking that I gave myself whiplash after it. I have never heard a door slam that hard in my life, it hurt my ears it was so loud. You know how that one real slacker, lay-low, kid that sits way in the back of class in high school; he never participates or hands in his homework. Even though he never talks he is still a nuisance to the classroom. Right when he sits down and removes the cigarette from his ear, he takes all the textbooks of the desk raises them up above his head and drops them like a ton of bricks and it hits the tile floor so hard the entire classroom has a splitting headache for the next hour.