I sat on the sidewalk around the corner from Watsons Pharmacy. I drank a sprite and talked to Lily about how I couldn’t fail another test. Justin sat there laughing at me. Just my luck here comes Mark trying to look like his usual asshole self.
Smoking with long in-takes, I wondered what he would do if he choked on an in-take, how would he try to play it off. He came up to me.
“Yo, Lessie.” he said smirking.
“I have a first name… use it.” I said standing up.
He blew smoke in my face and I punched him, and that sparked a fight.

There was a bang that stopped us cold. Some guy in a hoodie pushed us out of the way and ran. We ran to Watsons, to find Mr.Watson on the floor bleeding.
“What happened to him.” said Mark stupidly.
I looked up at him while trying to aid Mr.Watsons wound.

“If ignorance is bliss, you must be orgasmic. He got shot dipshit!” I screamed at him.
“Lily go get help.” I called.
Mark stood there like the wanna be hick-gangster he tried to be. How would this end, me being blamed?