Everyone got all paranoid and started crying. I'm telling you. some people look f**king ugly when they cry but I couldn't say that out loud. We walk towards the buses that take use home. Next to the parking lot is a road that leads to a street that leads to another that leads to the highway. We are all just standing there watching everyone from the reservation leave. I was like "Where the f**k do you think your going. If we stay here you stay here to motherf**kers." I got so mad i pick up a boulder and threw it in the woods. I'm not crazy enough to throw it at a car. They would call my mom and everything. An hour later i was looking at my last chance to go home early. I didn't take that chance. It started raining (The first sign of a tornado). Then bus drivers came back from takin a 6 hour s**t. We left and i told my mom the story and she said what i said when i heard the bad news "There aren't tornadoes in Massachussetts". After a few days everyone got over it. But the weird thing is I didn't see any damage. NNothing changed. When i came home the next day I though tornadoes were storms that happenend inside buildings because my house was a diaster.
