Braydaen is a jock and a joke. Studying hours just to fail. Outside of studying is nnk literal job - playing sports.
E is a troublemaker. He's done every crime he can do -- except for murder.
The two are the co-captains of the football team. They ca...
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I make a fist and walk out of the alleyway a little.
"Hey, Auo," I say, walking up to him.
He gulps and starts walking back.
"I got no time for this, I got–."
I kick his shin, and he backs away.
"And I got no time for little tricksters."
"I got to pick my-." I push my right leg to the center of his stomach, sending him backwards, tears trail down his cheeks.
Hit him again, and again. On the tailbone, knees, nose, chest, he falls.
I look at his head and smile.
"So Auno, want your head smashed?"
A whisper comes out of his mouth, "die."
My little sister's face emerges in my eyes.
I kick his head with my leg.
I grab him by the neck and drag him to the alleyway, dropping his body behind the two large trash bins.
His head isn't injured (if it's he should consider a new skull because this one is hella weak.)
He shouldn't be suffering from a concussion or any brain injury, if his skull is functioning like it is supposed to.
I know how to hit (a normal functioning skull) someone in the head without leaving them scarred for life.
If I didn't, who would take care of Samy?
I took his phone out of his pocket.
No password or anything of the sort, he finally decided to listen.
I put it into my pocket.
I kick the bastard, while digging into my right pocket searching for my paint sprayer. I grab and kneel down.
I spray it over his hair, kneel and press it near his pants and spray.
I get up and put back the paint sprayer into my right pocket.
Take his wallet out of his jacket pocket.
I grab the fifteen dollars in it, and take out the picture of his family, including his parents, all smiling. I cut the picture.
What were they thinking when having four children?
I throw the empty wallet at his face. I walk out of the alleyway.
My feet start walking to elementary-middle school.
I take off my gloves and put them into my pockets.
Samy seems rather acquainted with Auno's siblings. The seventh-grade girl and the third-grade boy are sitting beside their fifth-grade sister, and Samy.
