Three Brood Instigators

12. Runaway Strays

"SHOULD THE XBOX ONE BE A PS4-PS5-INTENDED CONSOLE AS XBOX 360's PS2-PS3-INTENDED SYSTEM?"

"82-YEAR-OLD AMERICAN TRAIN CONDUCTOR STILL USES COAL TO 'REMEMBER THE RAILROAD DAYS' "

"WILL GEN-Z BRING WORLD PEACE IN THEIR POLITICAL FUTURE?"

Pastuzo awoke at the quietest morning of the year, in which instilled dragging boredom in his mind, empty of what to do for the Saturday. Kevin was not visiting, and he was lazy to get out of bed, let alone his parents hanging like bats. Pastuzo rose up from bed, but make no stand to his foot. He tried to lay his head on the pillow again, but his neck was like being tied under a lasso. So he woke up, clueless of what to do, and lay his head on the window in front of the bed's footboard, staring up in the not-so-bright sky, annoyed by the noises of that penniless train, who later decided to lie back to its bed again.

The freight train stopped in its depot, and another boy jumped off the restricted train, smoldering after.

"You're a bust, Clayne," Ben, who was not small anymore, complimented.

"Man, shut up," Clayne was annoyed.

"Hey, guys, I thought we were sneaking?" Rob asked.

"You heard Robert, go," Herman decided to make orders, so the four boys ran immediately to the safe spot without the remaining.

Drock, being annoyed, barged onto Herman and slapped his spine hard. Goran was left alone to lift their baggage. "Stupid cats," Goran called the boys.

And Febby, being the persona she is, walked calmly without any awareness of alert. "Come on, boys, lift the baggage, let's go."

"Woah," Drock reacted. "Who are you to order us like that?"

"So what, you wanna hustle or something?" Febby questioned.

"Well, at least it ain't stupid Talonsmith who made orders," Drock blamed, bashing him roughly.

Herman was blown off and reasoned, "Hey, I was only trying to help us sneak..."

A guard came by detecting suspicions, "I think I heard something."

"Run," Febby whispered. Everyone lifted their baggage and ran to another safe spot, the open long roads of the Tavernier train station. The guard turned right, back inside the station; they were safe from the freight train they relentlessly borrowed a ride to.

"Haha! Stupid average guard!" Drock reacted, giving his middle finger discreetly.

"You were lucky he was a stupid one," Febby warned.

"Oh seriously, Febby," Drock complained. "You are terribly naive because you like living in the fluffy clouds."

"Well, no matter which cloud I want to live in, I just don't want to be in jail or be in an orphanage by now!" Febby argued.

"Oh, alright then, I am so sorry, then, I am sorry for not being faithful, being more civilized, all human, and that, MAN FUCK THAT NONSENSE!" Drock contemplated to her. "I feel like we are going to do this almost every month of the year, running away like stray dogs."

"You're the one making us stray dogs, you gutter!" Febby scolded. "Every time you go cuckoo about something, man."

Both oldest of the crew stared eyes at each other; some of the boys joked they were making moves. "Dudes," Clayne moaned. "I'm hungry like that cat over there. We need some stacks, dummies."

"Alright, ALRIGHT!" Drock annoyed. "We will. For once don't be such a hoser, like Herman or her here."

"Just where we gonna take some stacks, man?" Ben asked.