Immature Fifth Grader

In my days of being an immature fifth grader, if you werent sitting in the back of the bus then you werent cool. Everyone fighting for that very back seat that was a single person was the best spot, ask anyone. I never knew what was right or wrong, I just did my thing and thought everything was fine. Those were the rambunctious days, being a pain in the ass. Most people could agree, and relate to the memories of the elementary school days. Thinking we could do anything we desired. Yes I was considered the class clown who would constantly be sent to the office, it wasnt that big of a deal to me and I didnt understand that it was wrong at the time. With that being said I wasnt the only guilty one here. There were two other clowns by my

Conner is short, stocky, and wild. Hair that went past his shoulders, he could have put it into a pretty wicked pony tail if he wanted to. He had darker skin, the kind of skin that looks like someone that has just came back from vaction but he always had it. Now Conner was a bounce of the wall kind of kid, major ADHD, really never stopped talking. Always wanted the spotlight on him, attention grabber, he loved being that way and he knew it. Then theres Matt, tall slender kid with blonde hair, ghostly like skin. Like I said, these two are completely different in personalities, Matt was a quite shy person, didnt like to talk much around people he wasnt familiar with. This is where it gets interesting, hence how we thought we could do anything we wanted. All three of us rode the same bus in the afternoon to go home from school, the reocurrence of our disrespectful actions had our bus driver furious with us. We eventually drew the line with this last stunt we pulled on the bus, was not how I had pictured it to end. This was the stop sign to all my bad behaviors and immaturity. My last part of the day was spent in the art room, together with Conner and Matt. As people know there is usaully clay in an art room, I had happened to grab some without the teacher knowing

It was the freshly made clay that comes out of a machine that eventually dumps into a bin full of clay. Anyways I could not pass up on taking some along for the bus ride home. As I got to the bus parked along side other buses waiting for the kids, I made my way to the back of the bus where Matt and Conner were sitting. Getting situated in my seat I eventually showed them what I had brought along for the bus ride, giving them each a chunk of the clay. As the bus departured from the school parking lot Conner began to throw clay around the bus, making a mess around the bus also throwing at the kids on the bus. Once Conner had done that Matt and I had joined in on the act, laughing and joking around the kids were getting upset with us and had begun to tattle on us. They got the bus drivers attention of what was going on, the bus driver took action and had pulled the bus over on the side of the road. The driver got up and asked what was going on, the bus was silent as we were hiding in the back out of vision of the bus driver. Eventually a kid had sold us out, telling the driver who it was. The driver made his way to the back where we were, as we watched him come to us it felt like slow motion because I was so