Neptune (On Hiatus)

Chapter 1

"Fight, fight, fight!" The fast crowd gathered around my opponent and I faster than the speed of sound. My opponent was Jonathan Matthews, local idiot and show-off. This guy needs to be put in his place, and I'll gladly do that. He was a swift and agile bastard. Strong, too. But he's nothing compared to what I have fought before. "You're going down to the ground!" He says like he's cock of the walk. "Don't get too cocky, my friend," I say. "Or you'll regret your decision later on In the E.R." he lunges at me with a jab, sending a small needle like sharpness in my chest. While he was trying to turn around, I grabbed his right hand and gripped it so hard my hand was like a vice and started blowing punches with my left arm. He spit out some blood, but I didn't care. He wanted an opponent, he got one. After torturing him with my hurricane of punches, I let go of his arm and he dropped to the ground, which wasn't a smart choice. But like he had an option to. I kicked him in the face as hard as I could, knocking him out cold. "Serves you right, idiot." I say to him. I was done with this moron. I had homework to do and video games to play. And most importantly, ask someone in particular out on a date.
When I got out of Irvington park, my friend, Scott parker, ran to catch up with me. He was basking in on the marvelous sight on the fallen 5'10 Jonathan Matthews who's reputation and dignity were set ablaze. "Wow, Neptune! That KO was quicker than the last fight you had!" He said, jumping with excitement. "Serves him right, saying he could kick my ass any month of the year." I said, aggravated. "So," he said. "Who's you're next opponent?" I laughed as I told him. "Armaan Jackson!" We both rolled on the Newark sidewalk for about two minutes. Armaan was an all talker. A person who claims to have fought before, but just fought a bunch of pussies from Trenton. Not that all people in Trenton fight like pussies. "Arm an hammer." Scott said. "So, who's after Armaan?" He asked. "The Wallace brothers." I told him. "Damn. You want help?" "Nah, I'm good. I got Terrence Woods to help me." The Wallace bros., also referred to as "the ghetto Super Mario Brothers" are a duo of street fighters from New York City. I looked at Scott, and he looked sad. Like he truly wanted to kick some ass. "Don't worry," I say. "We've got a 25 man showdown this weekend in the Staten Island! There'll be plenty of arses to kick, my friend!" He seemed enlightened. "Ok," he said. "But you get me a 20 ounce bottle of root beer after."
When we got to my house, my dogs, King and Thunderbolt, greeted Scott at the door with a tag team take down. They loved him because he smelled like peanut butter all the time. After an hour after we got finished with our homework, there was a knock at the door. When I opened it, my friends Kayla, Rachel, Lirie, Trip, Sly, Joe, Francisco, Spice, Ray, and John were there. "Can we come in?" John asked. "No." I said" "But, why?" "Because no." "Why no?" Francisco asked. "Because," I said. "No." "What about yes?" Lirie asked. "Yes!" I said. "Really!?" They all said in unison. "No." I said. After about fifteen minutes of the yes and no game, I let them come in. Joe and Rachel ran to the TV when they saw an anime Scott and I were watching. Everyone else just plopped down in their usual places. Sly blushing at Rachel, Trip arguing about world domination with Ray, Spice and lirie dead asleep on the air mattresses, Francisco playing Call of Duty, and John doing whatever John does. That's what's most mysterious about him. He's not really predictable. "Yo, Neptune!" Francisco yelled across the room. "Can we spend the night here?" "Sure," I say. "I don't see why not."