((Yes i realize most of the kids oculdn't beat a brick wall, which is actualy depressing, also its not da hood, apperently we just have a bunch of freaks who like to where their pants below their butts. Thirdly, we don't have second generation mexicans, and when did one of the kids have trouble spelling gasoline? O.o i thought that was emanual who couldn't spell, hes not mexican. Did you hit your head or something?))
-Avery-
I skidded to a stop in front of him, crossing my arms over my chest and looking at him stubbornly, "Spill the beans."