Sorry for the long wait, but I was so stressed on starting highschool! I'll try to update every weekend now!

3. Packing peanuts are not food.

So, y'all know what packing peanuts are, right? Those little styrofoam thingies that come in packages. An alternative for bubble wrap.

Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I think they're fun. Especially when you put em' in a pile, and jump from high places. Tops of couches, rafters, and grapplings hooks, (compliments of Robin)

So, some people don't really like me jumping around. Especially when I land on them. Or miss my makeshift pile completely. And end up in the hospital wing. All I can say is it was well worth it.

When I got back out, the first thing I noticed, was my specially made pile of packing peanuts were gone. I figured some fun-killing idiot had hid them, so I searched all over the cave. Not finding them, I settled disappointedly down on the couch.

A few minutes later, Superboy walks in, munching on something. He joined me on the couch, and after a few moments of silence, offered me some of what he was eating. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity of eating (hey, I'm a teenager, what do you expect?!) I sat down beside him and popped a handful of food in my mouth.

Immediately I started choking and gagging, "ugh! Oh my God! What's in this!?"

Superboy shrugged, "I don't know they were on the floor."

"You don't know, and... You're eating it.?" I quoted. I took a quick look at what Superboy was eating. "ohhh..."

"You know those are packing peanuts right, Connor?" I asked. So that's where all my fun stuff went.

"Yeah, that's what Artemis said. Where are they from?"

I face-palmed. Sometimes living with a clone is not very easy.

So random story, there's this senior guy (I'm a freshman) whose at least six feet tall, shaves his head and is extremely strong. He rides my bus, and is kinda creepy, but actually very sweet. Well, he asks me for a hug like everyday (I always tell him no)

The other day at our band competition, he asked me for a hug when we got done performing, I was really giddy so I told him yes.

Well he lifts me up the ground (Im like 5'6" and 125 lbs) and squeezes me.

My back cracked and now, two days later, it still hurts. I'm thinking he displaced my spine.

Just a fun little story for you!