There's not much to do during Spring Break in Smallville except go out and have fun. Now what I mean is that you can have a lot of fun. For example, you can go bowling, throw a party, or just relax with your friends. Then there is bad fun. For example, go lay eggs or buy paintball guns and shoot things. My friends and I decided to have a lot of fun for spring break. When we started throwing eggs there were only six of us. Earl, David, Charles, Brandon, Jerrid and me. As the first couple of days went by we realized that other people in town were starting to form teams of their own to get back at us for cheering them on. Let me tell you a little about my crew. Earl is my right hand man. He was giving the nickname with cruel intentions for a reason. David is my best friend. He's a nice and relaxed guy. Charles is my cousin. If you saw me, David and Charles people would immediately think we were all brothers. Charles may be quiet at times, but he also has a wild side. Brandon is my other cousin. He is the living thread out of the group. Brandon is pretty much ready for anything. If it's fun he'll join. Jerrid says a word about once 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'm a laid back, laid back guy who lives live. Earl, Charles, Jerrid, and I were all seniors in high school. Brandon and David graduated the year before us. All six of us probably went to lay eggs about three or four days out of nine days. Tuesday came the day when some of our kids started dropping out. Brandon, David, Jerrid, and Charles thought we were going to be captured, so they abandoned ship. That Wednesday, Earl and I woke up with... middle of paper... Leon lives about two miles from my house. Leon's mother heard Leon talking to me 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 ended up telling him. The only thing that happened to us was that Leon was grounded for a couple of days. Earl and I started playing paint ball again. Mike and Sklyer continued to pursue baseball and we all had a story to tell when we returned to school. That was our last day laying eggs in Springfield. When we returned to school that Monday, the car we hit was parked in the student section. We went to the same school and didn't even know it. A couple of months later they took me back