Rubble

Chapter 1

“Hey, listen up”, my teacher screams in my ear. My body jumps up as he flicks his ruler down onto my head. He starts to hit me over and over. I stand up.

“What the Hell man, I’m awake can’t you tell”, I scream as my voice starts to grow raspy. I look around to see the rest of the class staring at me. He grabs me by the collar and pulls me forward.

“You do not raise your voice to me, Quinn, I am of higher authority than you and I don’t get paid enough to take care and teach you pieces of shit 24/7.” I push him off of me and grab my stuff. As I walk past him he grabs my shoulder.

“ Where are you off to, Huh, Quinn.” I spit in his face and as his grip loosens, I run off. As I look around the  classroom, I see all the other kids just staring at me. Some of them started to snicker as the teacher began to wipe off the thick, mucus bomb I planted on his face. I walk over to the end of the classroom and begin to climb out of the broken window. As I jump out I hit the rubble down below. I look to my left and see what was left of what use to be an office building. This is now the school in district 18. Along with other small shops and illegal ally markets, this is what it's like.  I break out into a light jog, hopping over rubble and old desks and chairs. I get to the district border and get through the fence. Usually the fence was heavily guarded. Kids are in school at this time though so they rarely ever check if people are breaking the law.

Once I'm through, I make it to district 19 and squeeze through a boarded off alleyway. I look down and see large men with tents and tables, barring illegal weapons of all kinds. From knives to plastic explosives. But some just have parts to vehicles and other tools. The men look at me with fierce intent. They were wielding weapons from bats to metal pipes. They mainly did this to make sure no one stole. I walk around the stores to see what my small amount tabs could buy me. I walk up to one of the weapon tables for knives. I look up to reveal a man with the biggest arms I have ever seen. The scent of B.O. and a slight must was brought to the air in front of him. His face was more babyish than the others. Except for the fact that he had black hair with grey streaks throughout. He smiled,

“Hi, what do you want kid,” his voice was so intimidating it sent fear straight down my back, causing me to tremble enough to wiggle the skin off my bone.

“Umm…. I- I was looking to buy a knife, umm sir.” My voice was uncontrollably shaky. The man smirked at my fear. His hand waved over his table.

“Everything has been freshly sharpened this morning so it's a little more pricey than normal.” I look around the table. I see all sorts of knives. Then one sticks out to me. It had a steel blade and the handle was made of oak wood. It had a slight engraving of a dog in it. The sheath was made of deer leather, with a little tassel at the tip.

“Do you like that one,” he groaned his eyes looming over my hands.

“Ya, I'm a big fan of dogs and I like the look of the handle,” my voice started to get flamboyant. I had a great obsession for knives and just desired all of them, but this one just seemed like it meant something.

“Alright, well that's about 300 tabs, you don't look like you have enough.” Instant dread fills my body. I only have 270.

“But, I have 270. Would that be enough for you.”

“Nope 300 or no knife.” I look at his face and he had the douchiest smile on his face. I begin to think about how I could make that money fast when I hear a man scream behind me.

“Woah, hey man c'mon get the gun out of my face,” his voice was weary. I turn to see a hooded man holding a gun up to a man that was running one of the shops.

“Just give me the tabs, man. It's not like I want to shoot you,” you can tell he was trying to be intimidating. But that didn't change the fact that he had a gun.