Hello again. I was just sitting here trying to decide what to do, and I decided that since I kind of enjoyed writing about myself last time I did it, why not do that again. Like last time this will probably end up being pretty long. This is just a little heads up in case you don't feel like reading too much, or in case you simply don't feel like reading about me specifically. For anyone else who does feel like taking the time to continue reading, I hope you enjoy. And again, I more than welcome any replies anyone might have.

    This is a story from my high-school days. This was one of my more memorable days from that school. So the day starts off like a pretty normal day. I wake up, take a shower, get dressed and walk across the street when I hear my first class bell start to go. I lived in a building right on the other side of the school parking lot so it took me literally less than a minute to walk to my class. So I get there, go to my home room and I notice my buddy who I used to hang out with back then wasn't in today. Partway through my first class I decide that I don't really feel like going to my second class, so I sit there thinking of where to go when this class is done. Class finishes and as I go to walk out the door my buddy shows up and he does not want to go anywhere else cause he just got there. I decide to do something that at the time I would do on occasion when I did not feel like going to class. I knew someone who every now and then would give me the key to get onto the roof of the school, and then I would go hang out up there while class was going on. So me and my friend get the key to the roof and we head up there, but first we stopped by the gym to pick up a football. 

    So now here we are on the roof with the football. We were up there for a good while just throwing this football back and forth to each other and talking about stuff. We were enjoying ourselves up there in our little spot that no one else ever went to. I guess it kind of made me feel special having this spot that was just for me and whoever i brought up there. So anyway, everything is going perfectly fine and after a while we decide we should probably get heading back to give back the key. Just as we are about to head back into the school, I decide to throw the football to my buddy one more time. Unfortunately... I overthrow the ball just a tiny tiny little bit, and he runs for it. He does this crazy stupid jump to catch  the ball. He catches the ball... but goes straight over the edge of the roof. I instantly panic and run straight to the edge of the roof to see if he is all right down on the ground. He is lying on the ground, two broken toes on one foot and a fractured left arm. Not only that, but this crazy friend of mine is actually still holding the football. He actually caught it and managed to hold onto it. This day could have ended very very badly but since it didn't I will always remember it as one of my greatest high-school memories.

    Well that is pretty much all I have to say for now. I hope anyone who took the time to read this enjoyed my story. And if anyone has any questions, or maybe someone has a similar story they would like to share. By all means reply and ask or tell me about it.

                                                                                                                                             Goodbye For Now: Andz816 (Andrew)