Stories I'll never finish

Story # 11

"Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street."

"Excuse you?"

"What did I tell you about talking Anderson?"

"YOU BITCH!"

"Please Anderson I'm not the one that looks like a dog here."

Anderson was infuriating. He always messed with me and today I decided to fight back. I was tired of taking his insults. Every insult was stupid and pitiful, but I still let it get to me. Today was my breaking point. Today was the end of it. I wasn't about to take anymore shit from him. Especially not shit about my mother. She might have abandoned me, but I didn't need Anderson telling me I was just like her. I knew it; it's not like everyone didn't see it. They way I was like her mini twin. How I was shy until you pissed me off enough. Not only that but when you broke me I exploded. Which leaves poor Anderson here left on the ground after a few good poundings. People would mess with me sure. I'll take it, but they only messed with me right before my breaking point. Once I broke everything came out. That was it, no turning back. The monster was out of the cage, and it wouldn't go back in until it was satisfied. Punching Anderson's face in was only a part of it. He made me blow, and now he would have hell to pay. Everyone warned him not to piss me off, but he thought he was better than me. Which gets him on the floor with a bloody face, and more hell to come. A lot more hell. I started planning what I was going to do to him until he apologized for all the shit he put me through. I was thinking I would play some of his own tricks. So I set up the bucket of water on top of the door he always went through. Then I called them, so everyone would know I was pissed. With them by my side everyone knew someone was as good as dead. It felt good being on the Throne, and I wasn't about to lose my crown anytime soon. Fuck Anderson. Fuck them all.