Radioactive

chapter 2

     "Blah blah!" "Blah blah!" "Blah trouble blah blah!" "Blah so much blah blah!" Okay before you ask I'm not replaying this lecture. I've heard it a thousand times. I do not want to say it.

Hey did I say you could break the fourth wall! Do you know how much tape I'm going to need to fix it!

But you break the wall all the time Sora! What is the difference between me and you! 

I'm the narrator, not a character like you! Now can we get back to the story or sit here arguing for the next three chapters!

Fine. Fine. Let's get back to the story.

  "Radon! Radon!" Snapping me out of my thoughts I see Commander Maxwell in front of me. Oh boy. "Sigh. Ray I know you're a good kid. And you have a lot of stress with your mother and all. But you can't keep doing stuff like this. One day you'll do something that I won't be able to get you out of. I really hope you remember that Ray." Maxwell said unlocking my Radioactive canceling cuffed. Witch is absolutely useless on me. "Get out of here. I don't want to see you for the rest of the week." Maxwell said. Getting up I turn to leave. Stopping at the door I lower my head.

"I'll try." Then I  open the door and leave.

  Wow, that 's depressing! I would say let's go see Plutonium but nothing happening right now so let's get back to Radon.

  Walking home I see my bike already there. So Momo or one of the gange must have brought back my bike. I think that was Alice's vice that called out to me, to watch out, so that could have been her. Right now I don’t know or care. Heading inside my 'house' I close the door behind me. "I'm home Ma!"  I call out in our small, smelly, falling apart, old shack. Ya shack that's the word to describe this. But it is home whether I like it or not.

  Putting my bag of stolen junk down, I head into Ma's room. Or should I say the only room we have. Knocking on the door I see Ma asleep through the open crack in the door. Sighing, I grab the bag of junk and leave the house. Going into the shed, I take out my turbo bike and drive away, after making sure I close everything up.

  Driving away I could see the sun setting down behind me. I could feel the dust hitting my viser and the wind blowing in my short hair. Looking up I see a light striking through the sky. Nova station must be getting rid of more of its criminals.

Right. Once a month Nova space station puts ten to thirty of it's criminals in a pod and sends them down to earth. Most don't survive a month. Without help of course. But no one wants to help a Nova. And no Nova wants help from an earthling.

The rich live on the Nova space station. While the poor live on Earth. They live in luxury while the rest of us have to scrape by. Why they ever want to give that up I don't know. They sure are entitled brats. Especially the girls. Well they are not my problem.