The Battle of the Century

Intro

"I swear, Tom." Dad said. "You got to stop this. This is the fourth fight this week."
"He had it coming, Dad!" I replied. "They were just torturing Wes!"
"That doesn't give you an excuse to be fighting!" Sharon butted in.
"Look, Sharon." I talked back to her. "You don't have any control over me. So shut your stupid ass up."
"Alright that's it. No hanging out with anyone or going anywhere after school for two weeks." Of course Dad would have a punishment for me.  That's how this story starts.
I'm Tom Davidson. I got a brother named Wes, a dad named George, and a bitch of an aunt named Sharon. However, I never met my mom. Dad said she left when I was only a month old. Also I came along a little too early because Dad was still young. I'm seventeen and a half and he's thirty-three. Then Wes came along a couple of years later. I want to be like my dad, a greaser. He has always told me about growing up in Maine and being in a gang with some other guys. Also, I want Sharon out of my life. I go everywhere with Wes. We're basically Batman and Robin. Some of my friends try and convert me to disco even though I started a Rock and Roll band. The Knights. And this all takes place in Los Angeles.
So a back story on what happened.
I was in school with Wes. A bunch of the jerks with the big puffy hair and the weird sweater-vest kids came up and started beating up on Wes. Wes was hollering for someone to help him. I ran up to them and beat them all one by one. That's when the teachers came and jumped me. They grabbed ahold of me and I kept fighting it all the way to the principal's office. I was put in in-school suspension for the remainder of the day. That was my fourth fight I got into that week. And it was only Tuesday. And that's when the principal went and knocked on my dad's front door. If you can't tell, the principal and school counselor say that I have "behavioral problems." I don't have problems behaving, the jerk bags who bully Wes do. Sharon thinks I should be shipped off to military school and I think Sharon should just get shot in the face or something. Even when I'm not doing anything wrong, Sharon always has to nag at me.
It's crazy here in Los Angeles. We got music producers all over the place, guys with giant afros, Rock n Roll kids, Disco people, looneys, weird school lunch programs, and crime. Just the other day, some big businessman got beat to death with a lead pipe.
That's basically everything that's happened within the passing time.
If there's anything to learn in this story, it's to make sure everything counts. Oh, and to watch out for trouble. That too.