I'm just writing until it's late okay.
I'm ******* ****** off right now and I hate this ******** internet connection.

The soft rumbling of the bus drowned out the repeating conversations as I boarded it. J was already on the bus, as well as Alex with his arms full of Gatorade and Fruit By The Foot from the student store in the school.
I hated J more than any other person. He was ugly, obnoxious, and parrots everything I do. He even went as far as cutting his hair to the same length as mine. Every time I saw him after that, I wanted to drive something into his ugly face.
After about 3 minutes of me sitting down, the bus started off to the High School. In 30 minutes of listening to different songs on my iPod while I was on the bus, I finally got to my stop.
But it wasn't my stop.
Or at least I don't think it was.
It looked the same.
But I felt so different.
My arm started to throb, and I looked at the cast around it. A tear of blood raced down my arm.
I remember now.
I was shot, and Lyn died yesterday.
I felt myself being so dizzy, my sister looking back at me and rushing to me as I fell and fell and fell.

That is how bad of a writer I am.
This is all fiction, k.
I`m so ticked off.
But it took my 20 minutes to write this and my internet hasn't disconnected once while writing it so.