**********DIFFERENT BREED PART EIGHTEEN*********
"Bruv, allow the running, I'm no vegetarian so I'm on this beef ting" Javan barked, as he found a nearby 2x4 wood
"Bloody hell, how can I fight with my arm like this? I'm just tired of all this crap and I just want to find my Dad" Milton moaned
"Blud, you had bare action, back at the zoo, that guy almost setting you on fire, this is my time now" Javan spoke "Why are you sounding so defeated for?"
"I don't even know...I guess Dixon is getting to me for some strange reason" Milton declared
"Well I'm not gonna die at seventeen, so boy it's your choice" Javan spoke as he rose from the tree
"No, allow it man" Milton moaned
"You're so dead-out! Don't you know you can do mad damage with that cast. With this 2 by 4 in my hand, I'm on banging up a couple of waste men" Javan courageously spoke "I used to envy you bare...you've changed as well. You were so on this, all of a sudden, because you're dickhead brother is trying to stop you, you're gonna punk out? Well that's on your conscience boy..."
Milton had a long thought. He had been through a lot, and is not about to let someone he doesn't know properly stop him
"You know what, fam...you're right" Milton agreed
"COURSE I'M RIGHT" Javan barked "Come on, allow all this talk"
"Wait a second...how did they know we we're here. I swear...did you tip them off or something?" Milton asked
"Fam, don't come to me with those waste man questions. Why would I chat to Dixon, he's a top waste man" Javan defensively said
"True, I'm being dumb today, allow me, it's just one of them days, init?" Milton declared
"Alright, now let's do this. Dixon won't win" Javan said
The two teens walked at snail speed, as Dixon's men were walking, on the lookout for Milton
"These man won't quit! Dixon must be bare rich, how much do you think he's worth?" Javan asked
"What...maybe that's the reason why he's stopping me from finding my Dad" Milton declared
"No way...you're Dad's rich? OH MY DAYS...that's major, blud" Javan excitedly said
"That's the only logical reason...why would he go through all this trouble to kill me? He thinks I'm a dickhead, the way I will deal with that stinking yout is on some next level, its emotional" Milton declared
"They're just words, fam. You know we're all about action" Javan stated
"True say...let's do this" Milton replied. The boys sped up in pace, and when Dixon's men turned around, Javan swung the 2 by 4 wood against one of the man's face, knocking him down, and he was out cold. Milton smashed his forearm that was in a cast, into the face of the other man, making him backflip and fall on his face, and he was out cold
"HEY...STOP RIGHT THERE" A man grunted
Milton and Javan started to sprint in the opposite direction.
"OI...STOP!" The man grunted as he ran in hot pursuit of the boys
"Oh my days, the guy has a nine millimetre" Javan said shakily, as they ran
"Why do you think I said we should run? Please, God, don't let him shoot us" Milton pleaded
"Is your cast bulletproof?" Javan joked
"...Waste man. I wish it was, but why would the doctor put a bulletproof cast on me?" Milton asked as he knocked down some trash cans to throw the man following them off guard
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Different Breed
Teen FictionMilton Lawrence-Nartey is not your typical teenager. He is a white teenage Londoner who has been brought up uniquely by a Ghanaian family. After his seventeenth birthday, repressed feelings of being an outsider come rushing in full force, pushing Mi...
