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" Arthur ! I will kill you ! Give it back, give it back ! " Alice screamed at her brother who proceeded to run with her Scary Samantha doll while their parents unpacked.
" No can do baby sis, " he laughed easily " why do you want this scary as shit doll anyway ? Aren't 9 year old girls suppose to be prissy and like pink ? "
She couldn't help but giggle from his dirty language and mockery. " Aren't 11 year olds suppose to have clean mouths ? Mommy said no bad words. "
" Mom isn't here though, is she ? " He was right. Mommy and daddy were at their new house, unpacking.
" You're so mean Arthur ! " she took off after him, but tried to make sure to stay on the sidewalk and look both ways like she was always taught .
But she failed oh so epically.
" I'm so so so sorry ! I really didn't mean to knock us down ! It's just that my brother took Scary Sam and I need to find her ! I-I-I'm so so sorry ! " Alice was close to tears while exclaiming why she knocked this scary boy down.
He was very tall, with brown hair, and gray eyes. She scanned him to check if she hurt him and gasped at the purple marks around his eye, the blood running from his hairline, and his bloody lip. " Oh my goodness ! Come on, come on ! " she yelled grabbing his hand. He didn't protest. Her head was hurting from the fall and she didn't feel well so she assumed that was his problem too.
Timothy was quiet because of his head, but not the same reason as Alice. He had just got a proper beating. He felt as proud as ever, he had won the fight. He always won the fight.
When they arrived at the ignorant girls home, her father had helped them clean up - mostly Timothy though. Her father asked many questions. Timothy rarely answered, only discreet responses. He didn't want this newcomer of the neighborhood to know all his business { or snitch to his mom }. This was specifically covert. His mom would probably shit her pants, it was an absurd thing to do and he was only 11. He was too young for the big match so he decided to start training now.
By training he meant fighting some kids on the other side of town.
The blue eyed, blonde haired, tiny all American girl was basically shiting her pants on the other side of her father. Each time he looked over at her she would squirm or hide behind her fathers leg. She was . . . . . . highly unusual in his eyes. She was wearing a black t-shirt and jean shorts { the usual summer attire }, and she looked as innocent as a little girl can be. But Timothy new better, in all the shows his brother watched the blonde women would be dressed in black clothes that showed too much for his liking. One day before his brother kicked him out of the room he asked why they were like that and his brother laughed and replied " Timmy they all start of innocent, the world changed them. Just like it changes everyone. " She would change and he didn't even wanna be involved in anything that had to do with her, even if he was a little curious.
He gave the father and daughter a cheeky, boyish grin, { the first since they had met him of course }
" Welcome to Grant St. "
