Good day? Chapter 10.
We just stared at each other for a while, hate burning in our eyes and I randomly say.
"Good day today?" I asked smirking.
"You self-centered, piece of $£&*!" He screamed.
"Self-centered? Your the ones that stole MY song, your the one who is jealous because your not in the spotlight, your faceless . I random song came to mind but I decided to sing it in my head.
Faceless?
Just cause you have no heart,
You have no gateway mark,
Your ambitious and reckless,
You really have no heart,
You need a therapist,
Maybe even a mentalist
You left my life in taters,
Now revenge is the only thing that matters,
I hate you,
You hate me,
But I'm holding the key,
So what you gonna do?
Hate me?
Dammit I wasn't paying attention, I totally zoned out and he punched me, and I stumbled.
"You hit like a girl." I comment, and I break his nose.
"Aghhh ^%*$!" He screams.
"You should sing screamo, I think you would like it." I laugh, he glared at me. This might but most likely not be fun. I charge at him, and I grab his collar but he headbutts me, so I knee him in the stomach, hes doubled over, I grab him by the back of the neck and he punches me in the stomach, I fall over and kick him behind the legs so hes on his knees. I hear shuffling outside but this is personal, I get up and run to him, lifting his face up I punch him.
Once, twice, three times, I continue until I reach twenty two because I get dragged away by two people, I don't know who they are, so I struggle and stamp on their toes, they let go with a yell of pain.
"Three against one, OK I can deal with that." I say bravely, not letting them know I'm scared out of my witts. And a song enters my head. Everybody was Kong-foo fighting, but sadly that's all I know. I was focused on these two that I noticed that they were wearing masks, one had long hair coming out under it and the other one had a lot of hair at the eye holes.
"George? Jas-" I was knocked out after that, by Duncan he took my guitar and smashed it over my head. and he broke the rest in half's.
I will get him back, I swear to God if they let me use my hands, I will tear out his skull and beat him to death with it...
The game is on!

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