There's not much to do during spring break in Smallville except go out and have fun. Now what I mean by that is you can have a lot of fun. For example, you can go bowling, have a party, or just relax with your friends. Then there is bad pleasure. For example, go egging or buy paintball guns and shoot things. My friends and I decided to have some fun during spring break. When we started laying eggs, there were only six of us. Earl, David, Charles, Brandon, Jerrid and myself. As the first few days went by, we realized that other people in town were starting to form their own teams to thank us for cheering them on. Let me tell you a little about my crew. Earl is my right-hand man. He gave that nickname with cruel intentions for a reason. David is my best friend. He's a cool, laid-back guy. Charles is my cousin. If you see David, Charles and me at the same time, people would think we're all brothers. Charles can be quiet sometimes, but he also has a wild side. Brandon is my other cousin. He is the common thread of the group. Brandon is ready for anything. If it's fun, he'll join. Jerrid says a word about every ten minutes. But his actions speak louder than words. And then there's me. My name is Marcus. Some of my friends in Springfield call me Marc-d or mc. I am a calm, relaxed and energized guy. Earl, Charles, Jerrid and I were all seniors in high school. Brandon and David graduated the year before us. The six of us probably went to work three or four days out of nine. On Tuesday, a few of our guys started disappearing. Brandon, David, Jerrid and Charles thought we were going to get caught so they jumped ship. That Wednesday, Earl and I found ourselves in the middle of a paper... Léon lives almost two miles from me. Léon's mother heard Léon talking to me about it on the phone. She likes what you did and why you huff and puff like crazy. Leon tried to deny that nothing had happened but he ended up telling her. The only thing that happened to us was that Leon was grounded for a few days. Earl and I started painting again. Mike and Sklyer stuck with baseball and we all had a story to tell when we returned to school. It was our last day of training in Springfield. When we got back to school that Monday, the car we hit was parked in the student section. We went to the same school and we didn't even know it. A few months later they picked me up