My Friends Are Greasers -ON HOLD-

Meeting The Gang

"Just forget it, you'll never win." Said my brother Johnny.

"Please, I am so much better at chess then you." I said.

"Oh yeah, well, I'm older than you." I rolled my eyes. He always says that.

"You always say that."

"Well its true. I was born a whole year earlier than you. And I loved every minute of it."

"No, that's impossible." I said.

"How so?"

"You can't remember that long ago."

"Well I do. I even remember you being born." Since I was only ten at the time and he was eleven I believed him. I looked up at him in awe.

"You do?!" I asked. I was excited because mom was never around to tell me and dad was long gone so I didn't know any of the details. "What did I look like? Was I small? Was I crying? Did you hold me? Did you like me?" I flooded him with questions. He smiled down at me and when he opened his mouth and was about to say something he changed into a horrible dragon.

"Johnny!!!" I screamed. "Johnny, where are you?!"

I was scared out of my mind. what was going on? Then, the dragon reared back and blew out a bright mushroom of yellow and orange into the sky.  I couldn't breath, the smoke curled around me, as if it were following me. I pressed against the walls trying to find a way to escape but I was trapped.

"Help! Johnny, someone please help me!!" I felt like I was about to pass out, when I remembered that it was all a dream. I sat down and closed my eyes.

"Please wake up, please wake up, please wake up." I said this over and over again. The smoke finally got to me.

"PLEASE. WAKE UP!" I screamed.
All of a sudden I was up. I sat up coughing and gasping for air.
"Johnny." I screamed, tears were streaming down my face.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's ok, just calm down. You're alright now." I looked around. A tall, muscular man with blond hair that looked about 20 was holding my shoulder trying to calm me down. After a few deep breaths I was able to control myself. I looked around. I was in a messy looking house with clothes strewn everywhere. We were in what was probably the living room with a kitchen and then a hallway leading out of that probably going to the bathroom and bedrooms. I then noticed that there were more guys here, all looking at me. I realized that I had been bawling just a minute ago so they were probably really confused.

"You screamed Johnnys name." Said a guy who looked about 14 Only year older than me. "How do you know Johnny?" he asked me.

"Who are you? I don't have to answer to you, it's none of your business!" I screamed getting defensive. Who was this guy? And how did he know Johnny? I started to get up but I fell back when I put pressure on my hands. They were bandaged and covered in blood from when I cut them on the glass.

"Hold on there kid," said the 20 year old that had been taking 'care' of me. "I don't think you should go anywhere. your back is all cut up and it's gonna be awfully hard for you to move around. Just sit back down and we'll get you all fixed up." He laid me back down but I was persistent and I sat back up again. I then proceeded to actually stand up, pushing through the agonizing pain I slowly got to my feet.

"There see, I can get up just fine." I winced as I started to walk towards the door.

"Would you just sit down." said a tough looking guy. He gave me a deadly glance so I carefully sat back down.
"Who are you? And where am I?" I asked.