CHAPTER 2:
I went to find that irritating brother of mine and give him the beating he needs. I walked out of my room slyly. I didn’t really want to explain to my mama why an eleven-year-old boy was firing bullets in the house, she’d probably just tell Bladrin to take it outside. I crawled on all fours towards my bedroom door, my mama let out the weirdest scream, startling my sleeping guinea pig, Ralfoid. Everyone stood frozen waiting for her to rant her head off.
I’m gonna spank that boys ass off to Franc-.
“WHY THE HECK WAS THERE A GUN FIRED IN MY HOUSE?!” She yelled. “BENJAMIN, WHERE ARE YOU BOY?!” She snapped.
Oh, crap.
I slowly turned around with a guilty face, staring up at the towered live lady in front of me.
“Yeah, Ma?” I said slowly, peering up at her ever so long figure that seemed to stretch on for miles from my position.
“What in the world happened here?” she asked a little more softly, as if she was trying real hard to contain her anger.
“Umm-”
“Mama, Mama, MAMA! Bwadwin has a gan! He has a goon!” Lily accused with wide eyes from under the bed. My papa speed walked to Bladrin’s room to see the gun for himself. Yes! My chance to escape and leave this place before my crazy mama burned the house down with the steam she was about to release, no wonder I felt kinda steamy. Again, I slowly crept towards the door with baby crawls. Trying to make as little noise as possible. I was getting closer to the door; I could feel the fresh air tingling on my skin, the cool breeze hitting my face, the smell of freedom! Yes! Ah, freedom, everyone loves that word. Hope builds up within you, plans stretch out and the need to get out increases.
“WHAT?! Benjamin! You have two seconds to turn around and explain! Or you’re grounded for the rest of the year!” My Ma threatened.
What no freakin’ way! I didn’t even do anything! Again I slowly turned around for the second time during my sweet escape, with an innocent face. Always works.
“Yeeeeeaaaaah?” I asked, dragging the word.
“You need to explain what the hell a gun was doing near my child! NOW!” My mama demanded.
“Damn lady, I was um...eh..eeeaauurr…I don’t know!” I whined.
“Ok, dear, you’re dismissed.”
Huh? The happiness within me grew like a little kid being handed a bag full of fatty sweets! SWEET! Mmm, sweets, I want some- no I need some.
Crazy lady-
“For now…” she smiled evilly.
I ran for my life this time. Trying to get away from under my mama’s evil gaze was my number one priority at this moment. I even ran past Bladrin’s room, the wind speeding past me like I was superman. I couldn’t get grounded! I’m seeing ma homies in a mo.
I had to stay calm as a turtle. I didn’t need to do much, just keep running ‘til I get to the front door if I get a chance to get through the obstacles in my way! I don’t know why, but my little siblings were playing some kind of war game and I caught a glimpse of my three different Pokémon pants clasped on each of their thick heads like war helmets. I mean what the hell is wrong with these crazy kids? Does my mama feed them sugar 24/7? It’s like having wild children surrounding you like stupid, freakin’ annoying flies! They’re my favourite pants as well as being my lucky ones. I can’t live without them; they help me ace all exams. Well not exactly ace, but hey, who cares? I want to be a full time gangster, I need no school!
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Why Me Blad?!
Teen FictionSnapper, a sixteen year old trouble maker always manages to get away with most of his actions. An obsession he has with his lovable gangster Zebra, Ze Blad, and trouble always arises between his family, the community and his worst enemy. His life i...
