Changing: Better or Worse?

The Top Guy

Tyrell's POV

Tonight may or may not be the bomb. Why it may is that I'm going to a Halloween party! I was wearing a black top, a grey Adidas tracksuit with the branded three white stripes, a small gold chain, a diamond earring (on the left ear) and white converses to top it off. I know, uncreative but who cares in the bedroom what clothes you wear? You're naked anyways. It's Eliza's party? Not sure, I'm not a guy to remember names unless there's a pretty face to it. Unless I'd never seen them before. Anyway, I had to check my sister Penelope was asleep as she loves to trick me. But tonight she was just too curious.

"Tyrell, why are you wearing a... gangster costume?" She asked me, looking confused herself.

"Because I'm going somewhere." I replied.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere none of your concern." I rolled my eyes in irritation.

"Why isn't my concern?"

"Because it isn't. Deal with it." I fished out my snapback and set it on my head. I walked over to the mirror across the side of the room. Damn, I look too good. I would so date me.

"I wanna go where your going Tyrell. Besides, I'm too young to stay alone."

"But not too young to backchat your brother I see."

"I'll call the police."

"Go ahead. Then you'll end up in a care home. And Michaelangelo will find a much better place to live as you won't be around to constantly annoy him." Ok, so maybe sometimes I did go too far. I may have hurt my little sisters feelings as she had tears in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away so I couldn't see them.

"You're just a meanie!"

"Meanies don't have feelings."

"Y-yeah they do because they're human."

"Some humans have lost all their feelings."

"Why?" She looked a little confused.

"Because they've realised the reality of the world and realised everything is basically bad. So to be able to not let anything bad happen to you you lose your feelings."

"But how?"

"Leave the questions for another day. You need to sleep."

After that whole fiasco I had to tell her a story so she could sleep. Nice times. You can probably tell I was being really sarcastic. I love my sister and all but sometimes you gotta shut up. I learnt that the hard way.

"You got the stuff?" I asked the guy I'd never met.

"You got the money?" He asked back.

"I asked you first. It's rude to answer a question with a question."
The guy brought our his gun swiftly and pulled the trigger. Thank God for quick reflexs as I ducked my head down, the bullet narrowly missing my head.

"You got the money?" I brought out the money and placed it on the table.
"Good." He brought put the pills, counted them and went on my way. Phew! I thought I was dead meat.

Yeah. That was scary. Remember kids, if an elder person asks you a question back, just answer it. It leaves a better result.

The reason way it may not be is that I'm going into enemy territory. Well, my gang are trying to get the turf but it's taking a little longer than expected. So now if I step one foot there I will guarantee myself certain death. But, YOLO. I like to take my chances. Even if it means putting me and my family in danger. I'm cruel like that.