I just realized something..this story is far away from what i had in mind when i
got the idea..so this is me trying to get on track. enjoy..
i tried to edit this but micrsoft did want to open so, i hope its not that bad.
Walking down the hallway I couln'd help but smile at our success. we had pulled it off. We actually managed to get away with this. I mean by the end of the day everyone knew we were responsable for this but no one could prove it.Today was history in the making. Everyone was talking about it. Everyone was celebrating ang everyone was going on and on about the chaos that the school was today. The loud music made it impossible to hear anything, making it also impossible to teach. Which makes this day twice as great. I mean just now, on the way to my locker everyone that saw me would
comment about the day, and how much fun they had. And how they couldn't believe that the school's sound system had become a radio station for the day.
"you two are unbeilavable" Kayla laughed once I reached her.
"You missed out on all the fun" Jensen said putting an arm on her shoulder.
"Nahh, I rather watch from the outside. Eventhough this one was worth the detention."
"Not that we got caught anyways, but yeah, this one wa worth it." I said while dumping all my books on the locker. Since no teacher was able to do anything, I'm sure no one had anything to do tonight. I heard Pretty Girl Rock by Keri Hilson and I knew who it was right away. I Looked over and saw that Kayla and Jensen were busy talking to some kid about something.
"Bark puppy" I greeted trying to contain my laughter.
"What the fuck? Never" The voice yelled. But Eventhought I couldn't see him, I'm sure he was smiling. And you're probably wondering why the hell is his ringtone Pretty girl Rock well becuase he pissed me of a couple of days ago and I thought it would be funny.
Can you imagine My name is Keri, I'm so very Fly oh my it's a little bit scary Boys
wanna marry looking at my derri- erre, you can stare but if you touch it I'ma bury
Pretty as a picture Sweeter than a swisher Mad cause I'm cuter than the girl that's
witcha I don't gotta talk about it baby you can see it But if you want I'll be happy to repeat it..It makes me laugh just thinkng about it.
"What's so funny?" Mike asked.
"Noothing" I chuckled.
"Anyways. Your brother wants you here today. We got business to discuss"
"Fine."
"Hey can you tell Blaze that we need him here?"
"Who? I asked confused.
"My replacement" Mike said impatiently.
"What? The jerk? No. You call him."
"Whatever. Just get here." He said and hung up.
After saying a quick goodbye to to Jens and Kayla, and asking her to drop Jensen
off at his house I finally left. Making my way outside there were people still talking
about what happend today. This is one of the things that constantly piss me off, these people never let go of anything. But I guess it was too soon to ake that off them. knowing the people here they were probably going to talk about this for weeks.
The werehouse was about 25 minutes from my high school. It was somewhere in the middle of an empty area in Brooklyn. Surrounded by factories that are not even working anymore. My father bought that place years ago. It's the back part of a rundown factory that's been desolated for a long time. From the outside the place looks like it's ready to collapse any minute, but from the inside it looks like the loby of a hotel. My Idea 3 yeas ago. I hated having to come to this place and seeing it like that. All dirty and smeling like crap. After my father was killed he had to ralocate the hideout and this seemed like the perfect place. and since it was already property of us, why not?
