Escape from Shady Connecticut School Trip

Out in CT for some school trip with Craine, Donnino and a bunch of other people. We\'re staying at this nice but shady(something just off about it) place that is like a house/mansion more than a hotel or something. We party in the basement at night in the carpeted basement. We drink and take this weird alien pad looking like sponge thing that we buy off a guy that lives there who said it\'s the way they make weed over here. Fun night. Wake up next day and it\'s time to go. Raining out bad. We have a bad feeling about leaving. This place seems to be run by hoodlums and just seems fishy. I follow Craine out and he pulls me and this girl we\'re with around the corner of the house. \"We gotta get out of here! But don\'t take the normal bus they have for us, I think something\'s gonna happen to that\" so we get onto this different packed bus. Ryan gets back off cause he needs to rescue some girl but says he\'ll brb. I sit with a girl we were with on the trip in the back. Someone tells me I can\'t sit there because it\'s a hazard or something. I\'m not trying to make enemies so I just move. I just want out of that place. It\'s a hood dude and he tells me to sit in this foldout seat in the middle of the bus in the aisle. I abide but give a little pushback. Like why is this safer/better than the other? I see him wink at two other hood guys on different areas of the bus. He comes up to me and grabs me by back of next and says \"I got a seat for you\" and shoves me into a triple seat that was somehow open. The other two guys follow behind him and there is one next to me, one in the seat behind, and one in front. The original guy takes out a wine/bottle opener and I know from last night this is their weapon. I grab it and he pulls it away to pull off the first layer, which is the actual bottle opener, it\'s now one of those army knife bottle openers. As I plead I grab it again, knowing what will happen but I\'m buying time. Next layer is corkscrew. And then the next is an actual knife blade. As I\'m about to pull that one off he looks at me with eyes that say \"you know once you pull that off there is nothing else\...\" I physically answer, \"I know man.. But why do you have to do this? Who you doing this for? Don\'t you want to live a different life?\" And somehow this works and he drops the knife. I do the same thing with the other two guys(who are all about later twenties, dressed in dirty I\'ll fitting clothes, uneducated, and just plain ugly bastards- gross beards, face scars, and bad teeth) and they drop their knives as well. I tell them they can be anything they want and should go back to school. The main guy hands me another one of those weed pads for the ride home and they let me go. Wake up