that afternoon, i never went home. i wandered around town for hours. eventually, i made up my mind to go to the Band Meeting Room to see if Dewey was there so i could maybe sleep there tonight. obviously, my mom would call the cops. my dad died in Germany, when some of the remaining Nazi's captured him and tortured him to death for attempting to leave the country. he was a German Army Officer, and mostly everyone respected him. my mom is used to me running away for the night, because i've been doing it ever since my dad died. YEARS AGO. when i got to the building where it was, i walked into the lobby doors to go upstairs, but someone grabbed my arm and stopped me. i cryed out in pain, loudly, because they had grabbed my cuts, which were now bleeding again because of it. warm, oozy blood ran down my wrist and dripped onto the tile floor. i attempted to turn around to see who was holding me, but they yanked my arm swiftly upward, and i heard a crack noise, and suddenly my whole upper right side was filled with intense pain, and i couldn't feel my arm anymore. now i was pissed off. i kicked my leg back -donkey kick, hell yeah!- and hit them in the crotch, and when i spun around after they let go, i saw the sandy hair, brown eyes, and punk t-shirt that belonged to only Freddy.
"seriously, Freddy? Ambush? Physical harm? sounds like someone is cruisin' for a bruisin'."
i made a swift kick to the crotch again, and while he was breathless on the ground, crying from pain, i sprinted upstairs, clutching my right arm, the one that was injured. i reached the Band room door and pounded on it as hard as i could, and Dewey answered.
"Jesus Christ! what happened Sam?!?"
"Well....."
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A.N: I just don't have time to continue this story, so anybody who would like to take this over for me, send me a message and i'll talk to ya about it. thanks!
~TahMagosh :P
