In a classroom, a boy comes in with a ball and chain in his hands. He starts bashing it into the people sitting. He grabs one and starts cutting little cuts all over. I run to get away through a hall and stairs. Ms. Drake sees us and tells us to get into a room and tell the kids what happened. I go and start ranting about how people got hurt and you need to treat people nicely because you don’t know who will snap after getting bullied. S has an attitude and I get on her about it.
Driving down Emery in a huge car to pick up kids for school. Turn onto Sterncrest and we slide around in the back seat. Some kid hops in and I move to the middle. S starts asking C about where the poop bottle is and I hold it up, grossed out. We’re at Old Farm and I wonder who else will get in.