Arrangements

Let me tell you one thing before I begin:
My friend?
Yeah,
The blond-haired one.
He's gay.
Well,
Not really.
Maybe.
I think he's bi.
Whatever.

Anyway,
So there was supposed to be this "fight" or something a few weeks ago.
School A versus School B.
Behind a Wawa.

My friend over there told a teacher about this "fight" third period.
The teacher already knew about,
Had reported,
And told the police about this fight.
Oh,
And he told the old-geezer principal.
The teacher found out first period.

So,
That Saturday,
The fight was busted.
People got suspended from school.
People went to Juve.
Whoop-dee-friggin'-doo.

Then next Friday comes along.
There's this guy whose going anonymous here
(Shaun)
Who was going to be part of this "fight" or whatever.

Now,
This anonymous guy
(Shaun)
And my gay/bi/I don't know friend were good buddies.

Supposedly.
Meaning I highly doubted it.

Anywho,
This anonymous guy
(Shaun)
And my gay/bi/I don't know friend met up on Friday.
In front of my gay/bi/I don't know friend's apartment.

And I thought I was stupid.

Anyway.

This anonymous guy
(Shaun)
And my gay/bi/I don't know friend get in a fight.
In front of my gay/bi/I don't know friend's apartment.

Yet again,
And I thought I was stupid.

Actually,
That anonymous guy
(Shaun)
Completely mutilates my gay/bi/I don't know friend.
It's a fight.
Supposedly.
Not that I care or anything.

So,
There's a few people standing around:

There's Sarah,
The whore/prep/emo slut who tries protecting my gay/bi/I don't know friend.
There's Other-Sarah,
The friend of my gay/bi/I don't know friend who isn't me and one of my three best friends.
There's Tori,
The step-sister-ish of my gay/bi/I don't know friend and the girl who's like a sister to me.
(and one of my three best friends).
There's Russ,
... I can't really describe him.
He's just Russ.

And there's probably a few other people too.
But I don't know who they are.
So screw them,
They don't matter that much.

Thirty minutes after this "Anonymous Guy
(Shaun)
Versus My Gay/Bi/I Don't Know Friend" fight...

BAM!

Car crash.
Rear-ended.
With Tori and my gay/bi/I don't know friend in the car.
Everyone in the car goes straight to ER.
I hadn't found out under that Sunday.

Thus proving how much I actually care.
Whatever.

Coincedence?
I doubt it.
Come on,
THIRTY MINUTES?
At least two days and it wouldn't be suspicious.
Geez.

And then today,
I found out that Sarah
(the whore/prep/emo slut who tries to protect my gay/bi/I don't know friend)
Got in a car crash on Monday.
Rear-ended.
She's in a coma now,
So I hear from my friends.

Both crashes:
The driver wasn't found.

THE DRIVER?
Not found.

Coincedence?
I doubt it.
The scenary's the same.
Seriously.
The victims all live in the same neighborhood.

So,
Here I am.
Writing this freelance poem,
Which doesn't look much like a poem at all,
About my daily life.
And of me not caring so much that I posted this poem on every single site I go on to.
But that doesn't matter.

If Other-Sarah or Russ
(... Just Russ...)
Get into a car crash soon,
I'm pointing fingers to that anonymous guy
(Shaun)
Because there's way too much saying he did it.

And he would say he didn't do it.
Because he gets high every day after school,
And goes outside to smoke during school,
And doesn't get detentions,
And doesn't give a damn about anything,
And...

I have no idea why my group of friends is so dramatic.
That and a bunch of potheads to boot.

We hit the climax about fifty lines up,
Guys.
Give us a goddamn break.