MISFITS- Nathan Young

Bullshit

The next morning, Annabelle made her way down to the community center, backpack slung over one shoulder. She fished out the pack of cigarettes from the front pocket, her free hand pulling her denim skirt down. She had such a love-hate relationship with the damn thing. The woman let out a soft sigh as she pulled one of the little sticks out from the cardboard, sticking it between her glossy red lips. The community center was in view now, and she could see the others outside gathered around a wall. Huh. Her brows scrunched a bit as she approached the shitty old building. Her nose wrinkled as she spotted what they were all staring at. In huge red letters, painted across the wall, was I AM GOING TO KILL YOU.

"This is a joke!" Curtis shook his head a bit and looked to the others just as Nathan walked over. A cigarette hanging from his mouth. "Did one of you do this?" The former athlete demanded. Kelly's brows furrowed in offense. "Don't look at me, 'cause I didn't do it." She crossed her arms firmly over her chest. Annabelle frowned as she fished her lighter from her bag. "I was workin' last night. Not me." Curtis shot her an irritated look- clearly he was a bit more worked up about the graffiti than anyone else. It was a little silly, in Annabelle's mind. "I'll tell ya who did it," Nathan spoke up, eyeing the red-head in front of him's lighter as she brought it up and lit the cigarette in her mouth. "It was that banksy prick. There's a hidden meaning. It's like that monkey policeman with the banana and the Tesco's bag." The curly head man moved away from Annabelle in favor of standing behind Simon and wrapping an arm around the shorter of the two.

Much to the brunette's dismay, as he grew to look incredibly uncomfortable, shifting around on his feet. "Maybe somebody wants to kill us," He suggested, anxious as always. "Why would anybody want to kill us?" Kelly retorted immediately with a scrunched nose. The group didn't have much time to ponder the idea before Tony's voice broke through. "Come on, you lot, let's get changed." He demanded as he walked over, glancing at the cigarette in Annabelle's mouth. "Put that out." The woman in question frowned a bit- blowing out a puff of smoke. Curtis cut her off before she could protest. "Have you seen this?" He gestured to the graffitied wall. "Someone's takin' th'piss." He stuck his hands in his jacket pockets. Tony eyed the graffiti a bit. "Yeah, it's terrible, innit? All this anti-social behavior..." He looked back towards the group, his eyes landing directly on Curtis.

"Oh! Is he havin' a dig at us?" Nathan gasped through his unlit cigarette. Alisha's phone began to ring again, and the woman grabbed it to answer. "Right, that's it!" Tony's sudden shout made a couple of the misfits startle. "All of you, just give me your phones. No one is making any more calls today." He demanded, looking directly towards Alisha as he held his hand out. The girl just raised her brows a little. "Are you allowed to take our phones?" She questioned as she lifted her own little device and snapped a picture of the probation officer- giggling when he snatched it out of her hand. Tony seemed less than amused as he walked around the other five, taking their phones.

When he reached Annabelle, he inhaled sharply. "I told you to put that damn thing out." He hissed. He didn't look... right. There was something wrong with him. The storm had left everyone a little shaken, but Tony was being especially weird. Annabelle huffed through her nose, handing her phone over. "I just lit it. I'll finish it out here then go change." She shrugged a little. Though that didn't seem to ease the man at all.

He seethed a bit, breathing heavily in a way that made her brows furrow. "I said PUT IT OUT!" He suddenly shouted again. Annabelle jumped a bit, taking a step back as Tony got closer to her space. "Jesus! Alright!" She put her hands up in surrender and let the stick fall from her mouth, stamping out the butt with her boot. Tony grumbled a little. The look in his eyes didn't look completely human anymore. He moved onto Nathan, whose eyes were darting between Annabelle and the older man. "Uh.. I'm expecting a call from my mum." He attempted to protest, though his attention didn't seem to be on his phone anymore. He blinked a bit when the device was suddenly pulled out of his hands. "Okay, take a message." The group all headed inside, shooting little looks or even Kelly muttering 'wanker' as they walked by.