So, Normally, I would post part 2 of the 'Dark Tower Summary,' but it seems that I've been expelled and I want to tell you guys about it.

So I walked into 5th period gym, and saw my friend. She was with her boyfriend, who I heard was a douchebag, and was holding his hand. I walked over, greeted everybody, and started complaining about how much gym sucks, and such...

So my friends boyfriend noticed my dirty hair, and started making fun of it... which isn't weird, sometimes it was funny. But he started to get out of hand, and started pushing me around. I was still chuckling, thinking he was joking, but he clearly wasn't. I got a little afraid that he would start punching me in the face... I dunno, I wasn't thinking straight... so I pushed him back. He immediately grabbed my head, and pushed me back. Now, he was WAY stronger than me, and it was clear that he could kick the shit out of me, but I continued to try to make him know that I am harder to manipulate than that. I had struck the ground, landing on my ear, and I started to hear an irritating ringing noise, and I felt blood leaking out of my ear.

I rolled over, barely dodging his knee, which would have bashed my ribs in, and kicked him in the balls. This crippled him temporarily, and before I could hit him again, the gym teacher appeared from nowhere, and pulled me into his office...

He was EXTREMELY pissed. He didn't want this bullshit in his class. I saw ,through the window of his door, my friend boyfriend being helped up by another gym teacher, and escorted to the office... I must have hit him pretty damn hard.

After the gym teacher's angry rant, I was summoned to the main office, by the most evil teacher in the world, Ms. Denolla. By this time, my ear had stopped bleeding, but it was still faintly ringing.

I'll spare you the details, but I'm at home now, kicked out of school. Shit, there's only about 3 weeks of school left, and the last week is all Finals, so I didn't have much school left...

Since I've already been kicked out of a private school (read a previous blog) There's very little chance I'll get into another private school in this area.

I mean, seriously, I got in one little fight, and my mom got scared, and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

Nah, but seriously, I didn't do any of that.