When I was in high school, we moved to a new neighborhood. The school bus stop was near some guys yard and I had to walk through it, everyday. He had a dog and that mf'er was vicious. He kept it chained up but that thing would be on its hind legs, trying to take a bite out of my sweet, sweet ass.
There was a cute girl who rode my bus too. I used to dream that she'd someday fall in love with me. I was such square that I was terrified to make eye contact with her. So I'd just walk to the bus stop with my head down and wait for the bus.
So anyway, I walk to the bus one morning. I walk past the dog. I hear a "POP!". I scream ,"HE'S LOOOOOOSE!!!" and I run for my life. I look back. The dog is not loose. He's looking at me like I'm retarded. I look up and the girl is laughing at me, too.
I died, that day.
