Jacob

i hear a commotion out front and as I run out, I see a bunch of jocks speeding off and I see trash in my front yard and freak spray-painted on my driveway. I take a deep breath and pick up the trash but my blood is still boiling. I pick the trash and I see you walking up and seeing the everything and I glare at you. What the hell are you looking at. Come to make fun of the freak?