There is not much to do during spring break in Smallville except for going out and making your own fun. Now what I mean by that is you can have good fun. For example, you can go bowling, have a party or just chill out with your friends. Then there is bad fun. For example, go egging or buy paintball guns and shoot stuff.
My friends and I decided to have bad fun for spring break. When we first started egging it was only six of us. Earl, David, Charles, Brandon, Jerrid, and myself. As the first couple of days went by we realized that other people in the city was starting to form teams of their own to get us back for egging them. Let me tell you a little bit about my crew. Earl is my right hand man.
He was giving the nickname cruel intentions for a reason. David is my best friend. He is a cool, laid back type of guy. Charles is my cousin. If u see David, Charles, and I at once people would think we was all brothers. Charles can be quiet sometimes but he also has a wild side to him.
Brandon is my other cousin. He is the live wire out of the bunch. Brandon is pretty much ready for anything. If its fun he will join. Jerrid says one word about once every ten minutes. But his action speak louder than words.
And then there is me. I go by the name Marcus. Some of my friends in Springfield call me Marc-d or mc. I am a quiet, laid back, live wire type of guy.
Earl, Charles, Jerrid and myself was all seniors in high school. Brandon and David graduated the year before us.
The six of us probably went egging about three or four days out of nine days. By Tuesday came around a few of our guys started to drop off. Brandon, David, Jerrid and Charles thought we were going to get caught so they jumped ship. That Wednesday Earl and I got up with on. .Leon lives almost two miles from my house.
Leon’s mom over heard Leon talking about it to me over the phone. She like what ya’ll done did and why you huffing and puffing all crazy. Leon tried to deny nothing happened but he ended up telling her. The only thing that happened to us was Leon got grounded for a couple of days. Earl and I started paint balling again. Mike and Sklyer stuck with baseball and we all had a story to tell when we got back to school.
That was our last day egging in Springfield. When we got back to school that Monday the car we hit was parked in the students section. We went to the same school and we didn’t even know it. A couple of months later they got me back
