Trip weighed his options; but dispite his disobidient nature he gave in. It wan't worth all the trouble was it. Trip looked down feeling defeated under the teachers hard glare. "fine." he said flatly and he handed over the contents of his jacket pocket. One pack of smokes, a lighter, aguitar pick, some small change, and a fake ID. Trip wasn't happy about this but he just couldn't start of this year on that bad of a note. He needed this school; even if they didn't need him. "...So your not going to expell me are you?" he asked cautiously.





