Different Breed

Different Breed Part Twelve

**********DIFFERENT BREED PART TWELVE**********

He was suspended in the air, on a plane, on his way to Costa Rica. Milton gazed outside to see the clouds from below as the plane was dangerously high in the sky.

FLASHBACK

A few years earlier, Milton, Javan and Romone were fifteen years of age. They were on their way from a cinema in South London. The evening day was warm and dim; the time was 18:11.

"Yo, why did we have to come all the way here? There's bare cinemas round our ends" Romone declared

"They're dead out, plus there were bare nice girls in the cinema! Packed with them" Javan grinned

"So why didn't you do your usual, and move to them?" Milton asked, as he took a sip of his Coke

"Because they had their mans there. I ain't no shook one, I'll move to your girl even if you're there. I'm a bad-a-man like that" Javan laughed

"You're fully gassed, you know that" Romone laughed "Anyway, you man up for a battering on the PlayStation yeah?"

"Oh yeah, you got the new one. I'll bang you up differently on that game, still" Javan declared

"Blud, don't be flapping them gums when you know how I've annihilated man pure times before" Romone declared "Online, I'm ranked number three"

"Because you got a screw loose in your head. On that ting 24/7. If it ain't cars or motorbikes, or daggering chicks, it's that PlayStation" Milton laughed [DAGGERING is a type of "dirty dancing"]

"Javan daggers on a regs, I ain't on that stupid ness anymore" Romone defended

"Shut up, in that underage rave...say no more then" Javan barked back.

As they were walking, Milton bumped into a bigger, older teenager.

"Oi, blud, don't be on them flexes, yeah? Watch where you're going" The guy barked in a bass-toned voice

"Allow me, sorry init" Milton declared

"Yo, fam, look at this white kid. Trying to come at man like he's the guy" The guy laughed. There were about six, tall, monster-like teenagers all dressed head to toe in jet black tracksuits, and no brand trainers.

"Oi, you man allow us. We ain't done nothing" Romone declared

"Am I a dick head to let some stinking yout talk to me like that? I ain't your flipping age, so you better watch that mouth" The second guy declared in a aggressive baritone, poking Romone in the forehead

"You know what? What have you man got on you? You better not try anything because my box cutter is getting warm in my sock, you get me?" The first guy declared, as he frisk searched the boys.

Romone and Javan came prepared, as it appeared like they were empty. Milton almost got away with it, but he was unlucky. One of the guys took his phone.

"Oi, that's my phone blud!" Milton roared

"WHAT" The older boy barked. He then head-butted Milton, knocking him down to the ground.

"Yo, give my bro his phone back" Javan barked. The crew started laughing

"You little prick" The second guy spat as he back-handed slapped Javan very hard, knocking Javan down to his knees. Javan felt his cheek in pain

"You're lucky I don't stab you up right here right now, blud. Let this be a lesson, don't try and boy us off. Now get lost, init" The guy declared. The crew all touched fists, as Romone and Javan helped Milton to his feet, and they went in the other direction.