I am a huge fan of twdg, and I read fanfictions. I just wanted to make my own.
English ain't my native language so... probably major grammatical errors ahead. Try to enjoy the book. Not my problem if you don't. You're 10 years old.
Holidays were over. Except a few slaps and punches for not passing the pepper at time or tidying your room, your dad seemed to be a little less of an ass than usual. You even had fun when he showed you how to use his gun, because every man needs to learn to shoot someday, right ? He learned you the basics, and how a semi-automatic works. He had a black sig sauer 226, that he bought to a guy back in a few years. (I LOVE Sig sauer)
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You got out of bed, cleaned and dressed yourself. You were wearing blue jeans, a black belt, and a green jacket. You grabbed your bag, passed in front of your dad, who was still sleeping in front of the TV, and get outside. You walked for a while, kicking rocks, and finally arrived to your school, just in time.
You then saw the bully of the school, Henry, who was a year older than you. This guy's dad was even more crazy than yours. Henry was basically using all the hate and frustration he had against the weakest of the school, and you hated him as much as he hated you. (Do you get the reference ? If you don't, Henry is the bully from IT.) When he saw you, he smirked, with all of his rotten teeths, his eyes suddenly lighting up, filled of blood lust.
- Well, well, well... How are you fag ?
- Pfff... I bet you can't even spell "fag" properly. But I'm fine, thanks for asking.
- WOW !! Did you just grown a new pair of balls during holidays ? 'Cause I am certainly gonna love crushing them.
- Better to have them crushed than not having them at all like you do.
At this point, Henry had enough, and started to charge at you. He was a lot heavier than you, but you were a lot faster and smarter than him. You dodged his wild right punch, and punched him right away on the liver, causing him to scream in agony and fall to the ground, clutching his stomach. (A punch to the liver can kill you IRL. I'm not joking, search on Internet.)
- W-what a dick m-move. He said, flipping you off.
You flipped him off, and said :
- Well, dick moves are used for dicks, smartass.
You headed to your class, victorious. It was only a matter of time before Henry would show up again, tackling or punching you from behind. You could win again... or loose. It was the relation you too built.
You sat down in class, and waited to be called by your teacher, Mr Carver. This guy was one hell of a douchebag, and everyone hated him. You never understood how he succeed to get this job. You started to think of all the useful and fun stuff you could do, instead of just wasting hours of your life listening to a guy that talked about things you didn't cared about. You remember that time when your father took you to a hunt trip. His goal was to make you do all the hard work and humiliate you all day, but you still enjoyed it. You learned to track animals and to skin them, to build a campfire, a tent... You became a great fish catcher, and you almost caught as much rabbits as your dad did. Of course, when he realized all that, he never took you to a hunt trip again. How predictable.
