Izumi (Don't you DARE leave me behind...)

I picked up the phone. Too bad, it still worked. I hope I didn't forget something at school... Like 'Oh, man. I'm so tired' and then you get all worried up over who the heck in ever has your object...
"What the hell what that for?! I know your still mad at me from putting cream soup in your shorts, but that was (1) a long tim'ago and (2) really fucking funny? Com'on, you have to think that was funny!"
The most troublesome boy I've known for the while for me (and his mom) hand drummed and hammered his voice down into my eardrum. He'd always wear unfitting clothing and yell like people couldn't hear him well enough. It sounded like he was riding somewhere. Then I heard a bash against a wall.
"Rick? Are you ok? Don't run! They'll just MACE you again!!!" Another bang and a swear or two spoke.
"Uh... Ho'on... Wait! . . . Waut!" He yelled. Sounded weird. Like echo...
And then there was a rapping at the window (wow... 'rapping'?). I opened the window.
"No food for hobos!" And I poped out the screen. A rope was thrown down and I held it 'cause a rope for Rick wouldn't do to much good. He climbed up, came in, sat down, and checked his phone. "It's only 4:57. You want to do something?"