15 years later
Crap. These losers again.
"Hey Silent! Hand over your lunch money! I got nothing to munch on!"
Like heck I would do that.
But that's me. Max Silent, jack of all trades, master of none. And here I was having to deal with Lucas and his annoying pack of "friends". I mean, who the hell would want to look at the guy, let alone befriend him.
My hand formed a tighter grip around my wallet. His voice grew quieter as he tried to emphasize his point again.
"I said give me your lunch money."
A silence settled over his noisy posse. Lucas was obviously itching for a fight. His hands were already curled into fists.
"I heard you the first time," I replied snarkly. "No".
The silence continued to stretch out. He took a step forward. One of the guys behind him tugged at his earlobe nervously. The other drummed on his forearm.
Another step.
Tug.. Drum..
Another step.
Drum.. Tug..
Then he broke into a full out sprint, racing my way. His fist swung right at my expressionless face.
Tug.. Drum..
Tug... Drum... Drip..
Drip... Drip..
But it wasn't my blood. It belonged to the teenage boy on the floor, clutching his nose in pain. His pack of followers remained in their same positions, mouthes agape. They did nothing to defend their leader. I then told Lucas to go do something to himself that was anatomically impossible. His eyes cut over me and he flipped me off. I took the pleasure to return the kind gesture.
I slowly strolled to the school cafeteria. I wasn't feeling especially hungry so I decided to buy a soda instead.
Sprite sounded pretty good.
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The Guardians Book 1: Legend
Teen Fiction15 year old Max Silent is having a pretty outgoing happy life. As long as u don't count the fact that his parents are dead, his long lost brother is his rival, and he has to save the world. Then you would say his life sucks. Which in all perspective...
