Carl started to sell firearms at school; in every lunch period, he would go in one of the bathroom stalls, one student would come in, state thier reason for why they wanted to buy from him, if the reason was good; they got it. Even some teachers and the principal were customers off his "business". After his last deal, he exited the bathroom and started walking.

"Damn, this shit making me some real cash; it even takes me away from that crazy bitch Kassidi."

Carl said, pretty proud of himself at the moment.