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Story Time~

Eric.

“I have to tutor you. What. The. Hell!” She snapped loudly, walking down the hallway. Few people glanced our way. Instead of being surprised at her outburst, they were watching me, as I followed her through the crowd.

“What do you mean you have to tutor me?!” I snapped back. A tutor, especially her, didn’t fly in my world. I was bad at chem., but I had accepted that long ago.

“Just that! Argh!” We wound our way towards the school’s exit and I followed her down the field behind the school. “And why are you following me.”

“Step-ass took my car,” I told her rolling my eyes. “Might as well have some company.”

“I’d rather a hobo’s company.”

“But there aren’t any hobos around to spare, so you’re stuck with me.” I could practically hear her eyes roll. We made our way into the small alleyway that was a shortcut to many students’ houses. It wasn’t really an alleyway, though everyone called it that. It was just a small path cut into the strip of trees that surronded the school. The ground was still dirt, and there was a tall fence, so there was no way for kids to climb over and run away from home, and it was harder to get jumped, but not impossible. Which was why, when I heard rustling behind me, I paid no attention. It wasn’t until Kristen swore that I looked carefully at the people ahead of us.

They were in their usual black clothes. The girls in tight shirts and pants, and the guys in baggy sweaters and jeans. I turned to look behind me and saw that they had been following us. The alley was the worst place to get attacked by them, mainly because it was harder to get away. They also didn’t like me much, which probably didn’t help us. I had injured a good lot of their gang. Either by them attacking or me getting pissed off at the step-ass and hunting them down.

Their leader was J-EZ. I had no clue what that stood for, but she was pretty tough, she was the only gang member who seemed serious about her position in the gang and she was the only one with a gun, though she rarely carried it. She had short, boy-cut, black hair, chalk pale skin, and striking green eyes. She had strengthened the gang so much more since she got here during the summer. Apparently, she was the former leader of a gang some place south. However, compared to her, everyone else in the gang was either really wimpy, had no strength, or ran really slow. So basically, everyone just sucked at being a gang member.

“Sterling,” she said. I nodded.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“No, but you can explain why Greene was lying unconscious at the gas station.”

“I wouldn’t know. He probably tried to kill someone, but they knocked him out before he got the chance.”

“Then what’s with the shiner? Hm?”

“My step-dad’s got a temper the size of China.”

“Liar.” And then she pulled out her gun.

 Kristen

I swear, only walking home with Eric could I encounter a gang with a gun. And only in my world would I just happen to know the person holding it. 

I didn’t feel like boring everyone with my complaints about life, school, etc. So I decided to post some random part of a random story I’m writing. If I ever decide to post another bit of a story, I’d bet you it’d be from something totally different from this one. I scrap them fast.

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Currently: Becoming extremely bored retyping my history notes

Reading: Tithe by Holly Black

Listening to: Umbrella Beach by Owl City

Eaton’s Center

Today, I spent the whole day at the Eaton’s Center. It’s located downtown Toronto, and it’s huge. Granted, it’s not as big as Edmonton Mall, it’s still pretty big. Every year, at around this time, my family goes down to the Eaton’s Center for ‘Breakfast With Santa’ at Sears. It’s been a tradition. We’ve been going there since I was eight. And every year, there’s this lady named Megan and she greets us, remember each of our names, which is amazing. I can hardly remember some of the people from my last school, and I spent everyday of school with them. So basically, Breakfast with Santa is just that. Breakfast with Santa. Sears sets up a buffet table where people serve you food (kind of killing the idea of a buffet) and then you get like juice, milk, tea, and/or coffee. You eat your food, then the dude dressed as Santa comes in playing with jingle bells. He sits down on his chair by the fire place, and then the little kids run up to tell Santa what they want for Christmas. Later on, they have this story time thing, and then you can go decorate cookies, which in my case I dump as much sugar as each cookie can possibly fit and then continue on my way.

Once that’s over, we just walk around and shop in the mall for the rest of the day, sometimes we go skating at Nathan Philips Square, or we just go walking down the street for fun.

By the end of the day, we’re all dead tired, and then just order food and drop dead in our beds, sleeping in late on Sunday~

Currently: Writing out my history essay

Reading: Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher

Listening to: Li Xiang Qing Ren by Rainie Yang

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