The Gangleader, Is a Kid?

Chapter 8: scars of happiness.

Tattoo means open wound, memories are open wounds, that's why we use tattoos to represent memories. They're our weaknesses but also our biggest strengths.

We rode back in silence. Not an awkward silence but a thoughtful one. We had agreed not to mention what happened back there again.

When we got back they helped get my stuff into my new room. We got nail guns and it was late at night when we finished we ordered pizza and watched movies. Dad still wasn't back so it was chilled.

I fell asleep on the couch, drifting in and out of conciseness the last thing i remember is being carried up to my room. Silence washed over me.

~*~

"I withdrew you from school."
"What? No! I wanna go to school! Please let me go!"
"No, it's time you went to a proper school. One that will notice your talents and help you develop them!"
"What? You're putting me into a different school? You mean like private?"
"Yes. Well if you mean private, it's invite only. For kids with talents like yours, and positions like yours!"
"What's so different about that school?"
"You need to have 4 things to be the best gang there is: the best street racers, the best rappers, the best street fighters, and the best leader. You will be exemplarily in all 4, that is how this gang will thrive and one day be yours!"

I sighed there was no point arguing. I was going to a school for criminals kids. Great.

"But first we need to make you a full gang member. That means the gang tattoos." He looked at my face seeing if there is any reaction. None. Then i had an idea. "Can i get a tattoo on my chest to cover up this old one. My stomach was still an angry purple but then he saw the slightly faded tattoo. "When did you get that?" I looked down, "can we not talk about my past?" I asked sincerely.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. Hey I've got a little bit of time free, how bout i take you to a football game?"

My face instantly brightened. "Really?"
"Sure kiddo, go grab a jacket." Pic of what he's dressed as

~*~

So that's how we ended up here, it's nearly the end of the game. The crowed are roaring and waving the little inflatable batons you get around. Ive never been somewhere so amazing. Everyone was wearing their team colors and there was an undeniable buzz in the air. "Hey you hungry, we have a little bit of time before things get heated."
"I'll get it what do you want?"
"Just a hotdog with mustard thanks, here" he handed me a crisp $100 note, Benjamin Franklin was staring up at me. "Isn't this too much?"
"Get what you want kid."

I shuffled past people sitting in their little collapse able seats, i reached the stairs and started to climb them when i heard a death ending roar from the crowd. I noticed someone was being tackled to the ground on the pitch. They only seemed to be wearing a pair of pants with a leaf paper clipped on the front. Only in America. I reached the top of the cement steps and made my way yo the hotdog stand. Because everyone didn't want to miss the game it was pretty much empty. "Hey can i get a hotdog please?" The girl serving looked at me and smiled. "Sauces?"
"Mustard thanks. "
"Is that all?"
"Can i get a soda with that and a pretzel"
"Sure," she handed me the items. "That will be $43.50"
"Jesus, sure" i handed her the money and smiled.
"Yeah i know" she laughed/said
"Thanks" i smiled and walked towards my row. I passed Franco his hot dog. "Thanks, nothings happened except a guy getting arrested for being an attention whore" i laughed. Franco and i were going to get along.

"Hey, what you doing here fuckup? At the game alone?" It was Sam, the guy from the diner. Shit. His group of 'friends' were laughing behind him. I looked and he looked at me curiously. Looks like I'm on my own. "Yeah so what, your mom couldn't make it, she had to change the sheets after you wet them last night. " his friends snickered behind him and went 'oohhhhhhhh' Rowling him up. Mean while Sam was red. He was furious. "You think your so fucking funny? I wi-" i cut him off by leaning in and saying "i think it would save you a lot of trouble if you left now, instead of having to explain why you have my little pony sheets" he went pale. "Guys he's not worth it let's go" they all followed him as he stormed off.

" good job, i think you just earned your first tattoo" i smiled and stared at the quarter back who was running with the ball, he was at the far end of the field and i didn't think he would make it in time. But he kept running and managed to dodge all of the players, he swirled left and right making some unbelievably fast moves. He was nearly at the end when a player tackled him. He fell down but manage to shake the player off. He ran with all his might and jumped over the line. The crowd exploded with joy. Well the side we were sitting on. The other side looked like they could kill. We would all be dead.

"Hey let's go before there's a fight" he winked at me and i laughed.

The car pulled up and we climbed in, and i saw that Jace and Andrew in the front. "Hey guys"
"Hey bro" Jace said. "Heard we're off to get you your first tattoo, huh. Congrats" i grinned. "Yeah i dunno what I'm going get though."
"Well first you need that gang sign, then something that means something to you." I thought for a moment. Something that meant something. Moving on, i want to move on and never remember what happened before. "Is there a tat that could represent starting a new life?"

I didn't even have to think about it, i knew what i wanted. I knew what i needed.
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