Garden Party
So I got some frantic text messages this week from my old workplace, the first school I ever worked at, that alternative transfer high school. Apparently there had been mayhem Monday morning.
This is what transpired:
Boy A approaches Boy B to buy drugs in the hallways. Boy B hands over the drugs, but then is careless and lets it show that he has much more in his bag and also about $500 in cash. Boy A sees an opportunity, pulls out a gun, and says, "Give me your entire bag and all your money." Boy B panics, screams to his friends for help. They run down the hallway, in hot pursuit of Boy A. Boy A flees, sees that there are a bunch of kids after him, points his gun, shoots. Boy B is shot and dripping with blood and makes his way to the principal's office before collapsing. Boy A by that time has run off in the mayhem.
Police come, it's pandemonium. A bunch of arrests are made, but somehow Boy A has slipped away. The next
