A little scattered

"I'm sorry I think I just threw up a little in my mouth." I say to my friend because he's eating a pretsel off the ground. "Hey it's good it has like flavor" he replies. "Duck!" I say. He goes "You are so not funny" just as a pretsel missle slides down the side of his face covered in who knows what.
I hate the bus lot it's crowded with thousands of high schoolers who smell terrible and have been doing things god only knows. The only thing that keeps you safe from attacks is being in a group of friends and having the power to part the hormonal sea like moses and the red. As I command people to get out my way with a polite shove as they sparwl to the ground I see one of the hottest guys on the face of the continent. He was pretty hawt but not that hawt. He looks sad.
As I turn I see my friend CiCi and I run to tackle her. Score! She was talking to two very hawt jamican boys. But then as I'm about to say something cute I get jerked back and thrown into war.
We're in a huttle making battle plans and trying to dodge enemy fire. My friend goes down with a disgusted scream as a pretsel lands on her head. Well we weren't going to stand for that. As we return fire I see that hawt guy again he really does look sad.
Just as suddently as I see him I have to scream hello in chinese because I just saw my friend from china who is hiding behind an umbrella. I say "Welcome to America". Then I see the problem that started this all, my brother. You would think an eleventh grader would be a little more mature. He throws stuff at both sides and then points at who threw it. But I don't care because I'm too busy pelting him with pretsel bombs.
Finally our bus is here. As I scream good bye to my friends in all the langues I know I can't help but feel I've forgotten something. But that is for another day.