Chapter 5

A girl, wet and crying was sprinting away from a gang of boys that held buckets of water. What kind of sick people do that? Seriously, do you really get joy out of splashing water at someone who is clearly not accepting the opportunity to be soaked.

I did something stupid, really stupid.

I ran a fast as my legs could carry me and rammed into one of the guys that held a bucket, he landed on the ground and started whimpering. I then turned to another guy, he was buff, and I mean BUFF. He cracked sides of his neck and growled, dropping his bucket like it was nothing. He started walking towards me. I threw a bucket at him, an empty one to be exact. He then was on the gorund screaming with broken bucket pieces around his head.

You know what? Freak writing, I suck at it I'm quitting.