Today was really really weird. I woke up at around… 12:30. But I spent a nice hour in bed trying to sleep. I was dead tired even though I went to bed early and woke up that late. I feel back to sleep about 10 times. I did not want to move at all. Finally after that hour was finished, my dad came in and pulled me out of bed. Not fun. So then I messed with chores and went over to the computer. Everyone seemed to have died so I spent the afternoon browsing around. I felt really weird in the bad way and was really tired. I learned some disconcerting news and went to shower. Then the plan was set. I was to go to my closest friends play for the fourth time. With the fourth different person. My dad. Who Kennith really wanted to go since Day 1. Kennith saw him and smiled wide on stage. It was a really nice feeling to see my friend happy up there. :B And the fact that they were improvising a lot, adding in our inside jokes and having fun with their performances. It was a nice performance. My dad enjoyed himself and I did as well. All in all it was a decent day.
And now, I must explain soemthing. I am no longer recycling, I am now putting my work out there to be read. I need to start to have more people reading more work. And as such, here is another one of my untitled pieces of work. : D
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The boy stood at the corner of the street, looking out at the passing people. A cigarette was dangling out of the corner of his mouth. He smirked, mostly because of the looks he was getting. And partly because of his friends who jumbled around him. They all were as scraggly as him, all with cigarettes as well. The thing that tickled him pink was their constant need to impress him. Sure they were a street gang, a young one at that, but still, they were different. They cared. Or at least the boy did. He lead the ragtag bunch. And he cared. Rarely did he steal, and even rarer did he call someone names. His gang would be run with an iron fist, so he made sure they were nice too. What they did was beat on the bullies and thieves. They were… Heavens Devils. That always cracked the smaller ones up. The boy was much different too. He hated smoking. It was boring and it made him choke. He only did it to smirk at the passerby’s. And to make the kids listen to him.
The boy yawned at the corner, which brought about the annoying caw’s from his young accomplices. “Sleepy boss?” “Tired?” “Let’s go home!” “Boss! I thought we couldn’t yawn!” The boss thing really ticked him off too. Titles were odd. He stretched and walked from the corner. A few were immediately on his heels. The other small ones took a while to realize they were headed home. Home for them was a large line of shacks that belonged to an old orphanage. It was in a small forest, just outside of the city, so they were safe. They also had a large amount of food, and they took care of eachother pretty well. Because of the large number of shacks, and the smaller number of kids, they usually all bunked together in the main shack, which sat in the middle of the shacks. The forest provided a fun playarea for the younger ones, and a rough and tumble fighting area for the older ones. The boy grumbled when they reached the shacks. “Hey Tony… get some kids and clean outside, we don’t want anyone to think we’re slobs do we?”
“No sir boss sir. Where will you be?”
“In bed… and can you cut it with the boss stuff?”
“Okay boss!”
Tony hopped away with about 8 other kids to clean up the shacks. The boy continued to the main shack. They’d spent the whole day in the city, and he was exhausted. Just as he reached the door, he heard screams. He rolled his eyes and turned to the noise. “Jesus… what now…?”
The boy struggled over, surprising himself that he didn’t just go to sleep. The kids usually screamed about everything. “OHMAN. MAH TOE HURTS!” “OHJEEZ! TONY ATE ALL THE COOKIES.” “GOD. HE TOOK MY TOY.” So, the boy walked of with all the unethusiasm of an exhausted kid on his last nerve. “WHAT IS IT?” He had reached a gathering of younger kids outside of a shack. One of the smaller ones. “TONY! HE FELL FROM THE SECOND FLOOR, TO THE LIVING ROOM!” The boy immediately shook himself. Something actually interesting… happening here? He ran into the shack and saw a yelping Tony laying on the floor. This version of Tony was quite different. Usually the portly kid was smiling, pushing cookies into his mouth. Always cheery, that’s why people liked him. That’s why they’d always like him. But this Tony. Oh man. The boy hated this Tony.
This Tony was ugly. In the bad way. His face was wet with tears. His leg was bent in a way that was unhumanlike. His hair was matted to his face, as Tony had been sweating as well. There was blood around his leg. The only people in the room were two 8 year olds quivering in the corner. “Boss… h-h-he’s hurt…”
The boy disregarded the two of them and dashed to Tony’s side. “God Kid. What’d you do?!”
The boy recieved a reply in the form of muffled yelps and cries. “Gah. We gotta get you to the ‘doc. C’mon.” The boy picked up the boy, being precarious in the action. He finally managed to get Tony in an awkward hold, which left the injured kid’s leg dangling, untouched by the boy’s hand. When the boy made it outside, the entire gang was now outside. All 40 of them. “I need a group of 8 of you to come with me. The rest of you stay and clean the mess. Or lock yourselves in the Den. Just keep safe.” The eight who decided to join him were an even split of 4 teens and 4 young ones. The boy, who lead the way out of the forest made a gesture towards one of the older ones who followed. “Okay Dan. Fill me in.” They had to speak a bit loud to get their voices over the continuing yelps of the injured kid. “Tony ran upstairs of Toy Bin and had a fit when he couldn’t find his toy. Jumping around and everything. The floor started creaking, and boom. I watched it all boss. It was funny until we realized the fatty was nearly dead.” The boy stopped, and swung his leg into Dan’s crotch. “Tony’s my bud.” That’s all he said. They all continued on and left Dan to cry out in pain.
They continued on like that for about ten minutes. Quiet walking, (besides the yelps), and a quick pace. Dan even snuck back with the group. He kept to himself at the back of the group and the others all snickered at his modified walk. They finally stopped once they reached town. “Where’s the doc again?”
A small child with messy brown hair walked to the front of the group. “Follow me boss.”
The group now followed the kid as he winded them through alleys and empty streets. They stopped outside a small apartment building. It was clean enough. Not the best, but definitely not the worst. “Ah right. I remember now.” The boy took a deep breath, cleared his voice and looked up at the building. “HEY DOC! WE HAVE A NEW INPATIENT!”
The group sat out there, in the middle of the short street, the city was completely quiet. This part of town was obviously not lively. Then a window opened on the apartment building’s wall. An eighteen year old popped out of the window. At first glance, you immediately see that he was a clean tidy fellow. His hair was perfectly parted and clean. His face was creamy white with no blemishes. He wore horn-rimmed glasses that were perfect on him. He came out, in a long white coat. The doc couldn’t afford an official doctor’s coat. But he made due with what he had. “Hello Boss! What do we have to- Oh my.” The boy simply nodded as the doc ran down the stairs of the apartment building and took a look at Tony. “Oh my. I think I’ll have to have my dad look at him. You boys won’t be able to come in either. My parents have company. I’ll just have to take Tony for a while, don’t worry. My father knows the deal we have. He should take him to work and fix your pal. It’ll be alright. Alright?”
The boy looked down at his now sleeping friend. He could see the pain still on his face. “If he’ll be taken care of… okay…” He began to transfer the injured lifeform over to the doc. After the doc had him and began to walk away, the boy spoke up. “DON’T LET THE GROWNUPS TAKE HIM FROM US. WE’RE A GROUP. WE CAN’T LOSE… another…” The boy looked down, a tear falling from his face. The doc nodded. “I promise boss. It’ll be fine…” The boy walked away from the group, and they knew to stay away.
:B I am over 1500 words now and I should start watching a movie soon. Aheh. Hope you enjoyed the story, I am now out of work that I have to show anyways, so I will be writing entirely new work from now on. Hope you sleep well. Night all.
