Aaron
I sniff and start crying in my cell. I turn my head and look out my barred window. A tear slips down my face. I was alone in my cell. Someone on the intercom says, "Lunch time." I hear a beep and the cell door opens. I uneasily walk to the cafeteria. Looking around, there was a lot of tough guys in there that could kill me in one swing. Er.. This.. Will be good. I walk up to the lunch man and hold out my tray. He splats some mutant-looking matter on the tray and I make a disgusted face and turn to look for a table. I look around for the gang when I spot them coming in the cafeteria. I walk over to them and they brush past me. They were.. Ignoring me!
"Guys!" I call. They don't even flinch to turn around. All of them except for Neil. He walks to me and he looked pissed. He shoves me then hisses, "Why didn't you just say no?! It doesn't take much energy! If you said no, they probably would've got us a house, got us stuff to live to keep us alive! Now we're rotting in JAIL, AARON! JAIL!"
Then Nat turns around and states, "For whatever we got left, Aaron, don't talk with us anymore."
Nat
I turn back around to get my tray. Ugh! I'm so mad at him! The lunch man puts some nasty looking food on my tray. I turn my head and watch Aaron sadly go to a table with some brutes. When me and the gang pick a table, I peek were Aaron was sitting and while he was eating, all the brutes where calling him "skinny boy" "nerd" and some other not nice names. Along with punching him and teasing. I felt like I was in school again but in this fantasy, Aaron was sitting at the jock table. I started feeling bad for him. But.. Its his punishment for getting us in.. trouble! But.. He couldn't help it! Now I'm confused. Should I Invite him ba-
An officer busts in and calls out, "I need the TrøûßLë Mäkèr§. NOW!"
We all get up. Aaron doesn't. OH CRAP! I KICKED HIM OUT! Ugh.. The police officer takes us to a room. There was a chair wired up. It had straps on it. The police officer states, "Since you have all killed this woman, you are having the death sentence." He holds out a paper. I try to not scream NOOOOOOO! The picture showed my mother.
Neil
"Who is first?" Asks the police officer. I hatch a plan.
"Me." I say.
"NO AARON!" Says the others, Nat and Hunter. They lunge for me and some extra officers hold them back. Nat starts to cry. Just as the head officer straps me in the chair, I ask, "Can I ask Nat something before I die?" The officer nods. I turn my head and ask Nat:
(CLIFFHANGER!!)
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Trouble Makers
ActionI wrote this story when I was in elementary school. I won't be taking it down because it took me a lot of time and effort to write and it was the beginning of making long stories for me. It is *heavily* inspired by Maximum Ride by James Patterson.
