Pov.... Larry Johnson... Warnings...
"Why are you sitting next to me Phelps? There's another swingset over there." I say while pointing to a swingset.
"You don't own the swings, Johnson. I'll sit where I want to sit." Travis says while rolling his eyes.
Larry sighs and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette and lighter.
"You're always smoking. That's not good for your lungs y'know." Travis says.
"Yeah yeah whatever. Mind your business." I say while bringing the cigarette to my mouth.
Travis starts to kick his feet to swing.