You know those people you see at school? The ones with blackeyes and the busted lips, the legions of kids with casts and neck braces, the ranks of bruised bodies and sore muscles? Most of the time they're just results of BMXing accidents, or football plays gone wrong, even flying off a cliff skiing during winter break. This is usually the case for these various assortments of injuries. That's what I thought anyways. In my school however, this phenomenon was caused by a different variety of "accidents". These "accidents" which brought in a new batch of injured and disfigured teenagers weekly did not(wink wink) take place in abandoned buildings, parking lots, and empty streets. They did not involve street gangs. They did not involve teenagers between the ages of 16 to 20 (even some 21's to 25's). They did not get caught and did not go public. If you're looking for a story that involves any or all of these characteristics, you have come to the wrong story, and I'd politely like to ask you to redirect your browser to a different story. Because this story is NOT about the Weekend Wars. This story is NOT about me falling in love with a Weekend Warrior lackey. This story is NOT about the dissolution of civilized life in California as we knew it. This story is none of these things. At least that's what they keep telling you about the situation that's happening in California, and sprouting up around the nation. They'd like to tell you it's contained. But it's too late for containment. It is far too late for anything.
---Note to all who read: "Spencer Carlin" "Ashley Davies" ect. Ect. Are altered names, those who were and are responsible for the riots occurring between June of 2009 to January of 2010 have submitted to helping annote and provide testimony within this document agreed only if all name changes that are requested were honoured.