"Happy Birthday!" Everyone shouted. None of my friends could come to the party and not many relatives came. Still wondering why. I haven't seen the T.V all day and if this stupid party doesn't hurry up I'll miss Breaking Bad. Plus, something really bad might be happening in some foreign country that I don't care about.
"Officially an adult!" John, my cousin, screeched in my ear. I smacked him but all he did was laugh. I look at my dad, talking to some relative. Damian, the loser I look like, share a birthday with and have to live with, is talking to his 'Girlfriend'. He doesn't have a girlfriend because he is such a dork. I'd swap him for a goldfish. I hear a knock and guess Damian hears it too because he runs to the door and I slowly follow him. I wipe the crumbs off my stupid shirt that my mum made us wear. It has a big '18 TODAY!' written on it. In fact the only clothing we picked to wear was the goggles. We both have a pair. Mum wasn't happy with us wearing it but she let us.
"Holy Crap." I hear him say. "Wha'?" I call but then I see and repeat after him. "Holy Crap."
A small kid, thirteen at least, is standing there aimed at us with a gun. Meanwhile the house across from us is on fire with all the windows smashed and there are kids from the ages of 6-15 dancing outside. They all have really weird clothes. The kid in front has a massive collar and the ends of his coat are ragged.
"OUT!" He shouts. The dumbo he is, Damian walks out. I kinda have to follow him and that maniac of a kid might kill me."You're like 12!" Damian says. "13,"The kid replies then turns to a van. "In." A small kid aged about 6 hold a massive stick with a knife attached to the top. "In." He shouts in a squeaky voice, opens the door and points the knife at Damian. "Don't cause any hassle." A warning. Great. I take a look inside. Three boys and two girls, two of the boys are twins. One is wearing half a shirt, shorts and is holding a big stick. The other is wearing a really long shirt that goes down to his knees and also holding a big stick. One girl wears a baseball cap, half a shirt and shorts. The other is wearing a Viking helmet, a coat with a massive collar, Jeans and is holding a pocket knife.
The last boy is facing me. He smirks, looks at the twins then looks back at me. He is wearing a MkII Brodie helmet, the ones that were given to the British army in WWII, a green leather jacket and is holding what looks like a mini bazooka. He jumps up and gestures to the twins to jump up. "Five adults. Great let's go!" The twins jump on Damian and I stand back. It takes me a minute to see what they have done. The tied his hands and legs. One guides him to the seats while the other pushes me. Then they tie me up. "HEY! WHAT DA HELL!?" Damian shouts. The girl with the Viking helmet gets some duct tape and tapes his mouth shut. "If you weren't shouting, you wouldn't be tied up." I say in his ear.
It takes two hours to get where we are going. Damian falls asleep. I look out the window. We are in a desert. I see a strange building in the distance and guess that is where we are going.As we approach, the twins start to sing. I don’t know what song it is. It’s in a foreign language.
“Häviöst sä voit olla työtön Siks me lähetää voitolla yöhön.” They repeat over and over.
“What the hell are you singing Robert?” Mini bazooka kid says. Robert, the twin with the long shirt, looks at his twin.
“I dunno, Alan told me about it.” Alan shrugs.
“It’s Finnish.” Alan takes out an iphone and starts to play the tune. It is really weird but catchy.
“Catchy.” Mini bazooka kid looks at Alan and narrows his eyes. “Where’d you get the iphone?” Alan smiles and glances at Damian. Bazooka kid still looks confused but I get it. He took the iphone of Damian. Alan is smart and has COMMON SENSE. I hate stupid people. I mean like for example, say I fall and hurt myself. I would like to murder the people who walk by and go ‘Ooh, looks bad.’ I KNOW IT LOOKS BAD IM IN PAIN.
Or like when people say the most obvious things.
“You took it.” Mini Bazooka kid finally says.
“No sh** Sherlock.” Alan replies. Alan looks about 12. Mini Bazooka kid looks 15 or 16. The two girls both look about 14.
The van jerks to a halt. Damian, sleeps like a rock, is not woken. A kid with light blue hair and a scarf comes out of the front.
“Time to go!” He says. Viking Helmet Girl cuts me loose and I jump up. Blue hair kid screams in to Damian’s ear “WAKE UP!” He jumps and falls of the seat. Then Blue hair pulls rips off the duct tape.
“Ow.” Damian murmurs. He is cut loose and looks at me. The other kids go out except the twins, Alan takes Damian and Robert takes me. We walk to the big building and I see that it is an abandoned Amazon warehouse. There are millions of kids in this warehouse.
“So, eh, why are we here?” Damian spits out. Bazooka kid seems to be like a leader. All the other kids are reporting to him about news and other stuff.
“Ok so let us explain,” Bazooka kid says with a smile “Us kids were sick of adults given out to us and being mean”
“So we beat em’ up!” A small kid yells from the side. Bazooka kid looks at him and runs his hand across his throat. The kid nods his head.
“So, we teamed up and got cool weapons and cool armour.” Viking helmet girls declares “Andkilledallofthem!” Alan says with pride. “Not all of them dope!” Robert pushes Alan. “What’s your name?”Damian says to Bazooka kid.
