Mission Street

Chapter 1: Welcome to Mission Street

"Hello newb," A girl with red hair said, "Welcome to Mission Street, the place where the unexpected should be expected. My name is Kailee Stagg and I'm known as the Strategist around here. What's your name?"

"Um... Blake Law," I said. She grabbed my hand and started shaking it.

"Welcome Blake. There's only a few things I need to tell you and then you can be on your marry way." I don't even know this girl. I was walking down the street and I saw her standing on a corner. She looked so sad and when I walked up to her she grabbed me and started talking to me.

"Come this way," she said, pulling me after her. She stopped and pointed at a boy with red hair, "See that hideous looking boy over there?" The boy looked at her and flipped her off and started reading his book, "That's Mason Danielles. He's known as the go to guy. Go to him if you need any dirt or want to know the current gossip." She pulled me away from the park and we started down the street.

"See that boy over there with the black hair?" I looked where she was pointing and a boy was sitting on a bench with a bucket of red paint next to him. He smiled mischievously and grabbed the bucket of paint and poured it all over him. At lease, I hope that's paint, "That little bucket of crazy is Jake. He's known as the Snake and you may want to stay away from him." Jake smiled again and waved us off. Kailee pulled me off down the street. This place is full of weirdos.

"See that girl shamelessly flirting with that 23 year old man," said Kailee, pointing at a blonde girl, "That's Noah Winters. She's known as the distraction. She helps kids in need. But look closely." The 23 year old grabbed her butt and her face turned red. She brought her knee up to his area and when he hit the ground she kicked him in the face, "Noah may look innocent but she's deadly when you piss her off. One word of advice, don't piss off any girls around here." I gulped and nodded. Noah leaned against the wall and when she saw us she smiled. A blush found its way to my face and I shook it away. She's too scary. Kailee pulled me along.

"Okay, here's the last person I'm going to show you and he's the best," she said, "That white haired boy over there. See him?" I nodded, "That's Nate Walker. He's so cool. He saved me from a bunch of gang members ten years ago. He's known as the protector. If you're in trouble, he'll most likely save you. He's quiet and keeps to himself but he's pretty fucking awesome."

"Um...can I go now?" I asked.

"Hold on," she said, "There's one more thing I need to tell you. Stay away from gangs. If you don't fuck with them they won't fuck with you. I had to learn the hard way. But, after you're here for awhile you adapt. You should be okay. Just get a good name for yourself and you'll be fine." She looked at her watch, "I should go. I have an appointment. You're in high school right?" I nodded, "What grade?"

"I'm a sophomore."

"Wow, you're a year younger than me."

"Actually, I'm 17. I got held back in the first grade."

"Nice! Well, that's all for today. Tata for now." She blew me a kiss and ran down the street. This place is weird. I turned around and smacked into someone. I felt myself being pulled upwards.

"Hey kid," a man said, "watch where you're going."

"Sorry," I said, "I wasn't paying attention."

"Next time, pay attention." He threw me onto the ground and stood over me, "The Takers don't like little annoying brats."

"T-takers? You're in a gang?"

"Oh. I see. You're a snitch aren't you? I can't have you ratting me out to the police. I'll just have to take you out." He pulled out a knife.