Fallout: The Journey

Chapter 2: The Fight

I slowly walked over to the teacher that had just finished reading everyone's test and made himself comfortable in his huge, big man chair. I knew what he was thinking. "Mr Lorenzo, I do believe you have something of mine", Mr Ronald exclaimed, stretching his arm out while he spoke. "Not yours, mine", I said in my head. " Your test, please". I moaned. "Here". I turned to leave, but he started his lecture. "Mikayl, you need to focus on your work and not on sleeping in class while an important test is under way". I've always slept in class because I've always thought about the world locked away behind the huge, metal door that 'guards' us from the hell outside. "And because of it, you've got a job that could have been a lot more....well, needed for the well being of everybody". Exclaimed Mr Ronald. "Well, what was it?", I asked, but I already had a good guess of what it is. " Head Janitor" So typical. This test is so shit. "Only if you were as successful as your dad, he would be so proud", he said. I hated it whenever somebody reminded me of my father or mother."Why does everybody expect so much of me, is it because of my so called 'smart, handsome father'?" "Mikayl...." Mr Ronald started, " I only want the best of you, but you could of done better, you know. I could feel my anger boiling inside of me, by I held it for now. I stormed out of the room, feeling only hate for everybody in this godforsaken place. I needed a break. So I walked to the Nuka Cola machine and collected all the change I had on me. " $3.75" I said. "That's enough for a regular". I fed the coins into the machine, each rattling around inside for a few seconds, then finishing with a satisfying 'ding' noise. I heard the glass rolling down to the hatch. I stuck out my hand and caught the bottle. I took the cap off and stuffed it in my pocket. I collect them as a hobby. I was about to take a sip when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Mitch with his pets, Patrick and Thomas. He was leaning against the cold, solid wall next to him. " Look who it is, the Vault's new shit cleaner" he said with a cocky and stuck up voice. " Great, more problems for me to hate" I thought. Patrick and Thomas moved towards me and suddenly, Patrick knocked the drink out of my hand. Then Thomas landed a thick punch into my stomach. And then the glass smashed and the liquid it contained spread all over the ground and all over my jumpsuit's pants. I was so pissed, so I threw my fist towards Patrick's jaw bone. Surprisingly, I nailed him right where I aimed, and when my fist collided with his jaw, a loud crunch shook my hand through to my chest. Patrick stopped. He dropped to the ground while Thomas and Mitch watched in horror. "You mother fucker", screamed Mitch
as he threw his foot into my side. I dropped too as I landed in the puddle of Nuka Cola, glass and blood. I blacked out, and the last thing I saw was Patrick's paralysed and deadened face.