I'm Alive

Hungry Pig and Horrible Bros

Leaving theology class was both a blessing and a curse to Bree and Richie. Blessing because they got a big project based on Bree and Richie stating to the class about Christianity and how it can be beneficial to society of the 21st century. But with every blessing there is a curse, and that curse was the atheist himself, Vice Dean Vumguard who took over class for the entire semester. "Can't believe that the fate of Christianity is resting upon us and being judged by that demon Vumguard," Bree told Richie furious from class. Richie laughed, "You know you over exaggerate Bree, besides maybe we can bring some of our classmates to the way of Jesus if we do this project spectacularly." Bree rolled her eyes, "your waaaay too hopeful sometimes, especially things involving our class and our new bleh theology teacher; but at least someone's carrying the fai..." But before Bree could finish her sentence, someone jumped on top of her making both of them fall onto the grassy ground. "Hey hey, what up my queen of ravens," as Richie smiled at a African American man, with his big Afro which looked like a disco ball with fur. He wore a jean jacket with a rainbow t-shirt and blue jeans. His shoes lit up like a rainbow. "Toooooooooommmmmm, I'm gonna beat you up for that," Bree responded angrily. "Now now baby girl, I know you got a soft spot for your faithful man," Tom responded. As Bree got up, she noticed what Tom was wearing and laughed, "Faithful, I think your more faithful to your love of old movies, why on earth are you wearing that jean jacket with that shirt?" Tom shrugged, "Don't be hating on the classics man, this Jean jacket was the exact same jacket worn in the breakfast club." "Whoooooaaaaaa, that's sooo cool," Richie responded, admiring the jacket. "You liar, you got that jacket from your uncle," Bree said. "Well uh....oh man I'm starving, why don't we grab something to eat," Tom asked quickly before he could tell Richie the truth. Bree and Richie nodded. "I could go for some Wendy's," Richie responded. Bree smiled, "Well than Wendy's it is." Bree, Tom and Richie smiled as they went into Toms old van, which looked like a hippie rainbow van and rode to Wendy's.
Tom brought over a big tray filled with food to a round table where Bree and Richie were sitting in. "Alright my bro and sis, behold the motherload of foods," Tom announced as he placed the tray in front of them. "As requested, Richie with a large Son of the Baconator combo with a large root beer and fries; Bree with her garden salaaad with balsamic vinaigrette as her dressing with a drink of Poland Springs water; and as for me I ordered nearly everything from the chicken tenders to the burgers and fries," Tom listed having a French accent to it. As Richies' mouth dropped by all the food that was ordered, Bree shook her head, "Tom if they haven't already have a name for one of the deadly sins for over eating, your name would be the replacement for gluttony." Tom sat down right next to Bree, " Well if it's wrong to enjoy this fantastic meal, guilty as charge. As Tom stuffed his mouth with fries, Bree looked back at Richie, "Aren't you gonna eat your meal Richie." She notice Richie staring, but he looked as though he was lost. Bree snapped her fingers, "Hey Rich....Rich," Bree silently yelled so that she didn't make a scene. Richie shook his head as though he was waking up from a nap, " Uh um......Iii'mmmm sorry Bree, what did you say?" Bree took a breath trying to hold in her temper, "I said are you gonna eat your meal?" "Oh um yes I am," Richie responded as he took a bite off his burger. Tom looked back at Bree knowing what had happened, " So what were you thinking Richie?" Richie looked at Tom, "When?" "When you were spacing out_" Bree punched his arm before he could finish his question. Bree shook her head to Tom, "He just meant, you seemed like you were in deep thoughtful about something, are you still upset and sad at what Mr. Vumguard said to you?" Richie shook his head, "Mm no, I was um thinking about the new girl that's coming this afternoon." Tom looked surprised as he dropped his chicken tender, " WHAT GIRL," Tom yelled. "Will you not yell Tom, your making a scene," Bree replied as the three of them noticed everyone looking at them. They apologized to the crowd as they continued eating. "Anyway it's apparently some girl who transferred, no biggie," Bree said as she finishes eating her salad. "Well I'm planning on waiting for her at the Student Hall, would you guys like to come greet her," Richie asked Bree and Tom. "You know I don't usually refuse to meet a pretty girl who comes our way.." Bree punched his arm again, harder than the last punch. "Ow will you quit it," Tom yelled to Bree. " What the fat little piggy was trying to say, he and I have to practice for that big show for the fundraiser this afternoon," Bree told Richie. Richie nodded sadly lowering his head. "But hey, you can still meet her and than come back to tell us what she's like....maybe even if she's single," Tom said. As Bree grabbed Tom by his ears pulling him up, "Well I had enough of Tom here, let's get you back to the Student Hall than Richie before Tom decides to make his comments less PG-13." Richie laughed as the three of them went out of Wendy's and back into the van, Tom whining all the way to the van as Bree kept holding onto it until they made it to the car.
Richie waved to Bree and Tom, " Bye, I'll tell you guys all about the new girl." As Bree and Tom both smiled as they drove out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Richie went to his mustang, as he unlocked the car, he took out a long flyer with two wooden pulls. He brought it onto the front yard of the college near the entranceway to the Student Hall. He placed the two pulls separate from each other into the ground. Richie smiled as he read what he wrote, "Welcome to Harvard New Girl" "Well well well, look who it is boys, it's the autistic freak with a poster," a man was yelling to his gang. Richie turned around in fear as it was his older brother Mike. Mike was a senior at Harvard who had slit back hair and a blue suit with a badge that read, "Harvard's finest." "Hhhhey broooo," Richie said waving to him shyly. Mike came to Richie pushing him onto the ground, "How many times do I have to tell you, when we're in college I'm not your brother," Mikes yelled. Mikes gang came other staring at the poster, "Hey Mike, look at this horrid thing." "Aaaaw how sweet, you were gonna welcome the new girl with open arms Richie Freakie," Mike asked. "Yyyyeah I figured that I make that so that she can..." but before he can finish explaining, Mike and his gang started ripping the poster. Richie got up and tried to tackle Mike, "Stop that brother...STOP IT YOUR GONNA MAKE HER SAD." Mike's gang restrained Richie as Mike punched Richie in the face, " I told you already I am not your brother," Mike yelled. Mike motioned his gang to throw Richie onto the pavement; as Richie heard something coming, "Wwwwait..dddon't..." Mike's gang through him onto the black pavement as Richie saw a motorcycle heading straight towards him. Richie saw only lights, than he blacked out.