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Behind the Walls

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redshurtugal08 Black Dragon Joined: March 26th, 2007, 2:06 am Posts: 6303 Location: the net of love, the whirlwind of passion, the heat of a soccer game, or partying. Gender: Guy Affiliation: Dragonriders	Behind the Walls hm, just some story I'm coming up with... strange how my best ideas come when I'm bored lol Chapter 1 - Needs Christian sprinted up the dark alley as fast as he could, his unzipped jacket blowing from the wind behind him and making a rather lot of noise. He saw a fence up ahead, but did not slow down. When he was a few feet away from it, he jumped as high as he could on it and quickly grabbed the top with his hands. Without waiting another second, he pushed himself upwards and over the fence, but his foot tripped on a wire that was jutting outwards, and he fell face down on the floor. He tasted blood in his mouth and spat it out in anger. Stupid cops, he thought. I'd like to see them in my place. Christian stood up quickly and looked around. His damp hair was slightly wet, and spiked up, but it was drying up fast. His dark brown eyes searched the alley carefully, looking for the best route to take. He saw a green, slimy, and heavily graffitied dumpster on the side. Above it were the railings of the balcony to an apartment. Behind him, he heard the cops were about to reach the fence. Making up his mind, he ran towards the dumpster and climbed on top of it. He quickly jumped up and grabbed the railings. He pushed himself upwards with difficulty, but he was able to get up and put his foot on top of the railings. The climb was made much easier for him because he was tall for his 14 years. He jumped up and tried to open the door of the apartment. His dark, oval, face turned into a snarl of frustration as he violently turned the knob with large hands, trying to open the door. There were two policemen below, flashlights in hand and looking for him. Chris sighed in relief. They had not known he had climbed up here. He slunk backwards and sat against the wall silently, hoping the guards wouldn't shine their flashlights up here. "Come out, boy!" one of them shouted, apparently frustrated. The other one shook his head and said, "Come on, kid, we're not going to do anything to you, you don't have to be afraid of us. We can work something out here really easily." Chris had to resist the urge to jump down and spit in both the cops' faces. What did they know about his life and what he should do? The only thing they knew was that he had robbed, and all they wanted was to get some money. Why couldn't they just let the issue go? Besides, they were full of lies. What could they work out? Would they make a deal with him so that he would have to pay one dollar less? Hypocrites. Even that was unlikely. The impatient one grunted and shined his flashlight up into the apartment. From below, he couldn't reach the are where he was at clearly, but if he shone it in just the right spot, he might be able to make out the faint outline of his upper body. He held his breath as the flashlight passed towards him. The policeman smiled. "You can't escape now, little boy," he said. Chris cursed lowly and stood up recklessly. He kicked the door as hard as he could. He felt something break and the door swung open. He ran inside and felt someone get up in a hurry nearby in a room. He stiffened. He dived behind a couch as a girl about his age walked inside the living room where he was at and looked around. She was slightly shorter than him, but still rather tall. She had long, dark hair that went down to the middle of her back, and she had big, green eyes. She went outside the door and looked down. The policemen shouted, "Hey you! Where's the boy?" The girl was about to shout back when Chris ran up towards her and pulled her back, covering her mouth. "Please, stay quiet," he said. "I won't do anything to you," he said, trying to sound honest, because he really was. He looked at her as kindly as he could. She seemed to believe him and stopped struggling. "Look, can you just say that right now I hit you and you pretended to be unconscious, then I ran out the front door and escaped? I promise I won't ever bother you again if you do that for me," he said. "I didn't choose to live this way." The girl's face softened, and she nodded. Chris smiled, and, not really knowing why, he kissed her on the cheek and ran out the front door. "You're cute," he heard the girl whisper as he left. His face reddened slightly. After he got out, he crept down the stairs as quietly as possible. He walked down the path of the apartments, then opened the door slowly, glad it didn't creak. As soon as he was out and saw that the streets were calm, he ran as fast as he could straight down the street. He passed a few more buildings, nothing but apartments, then reached a small park, which was actually a Head Start for little kids who went to school before preschool. He vaguely wondered what an education was like. He crossed a big street, but there were few cars in sight; it was very late. Despite the safe looking conditions, he didn't stop running. He went on towards a slightly bigger, though still small, park, which was behind a Wal-Mart. He entered it, then, running through the small paths and the small field, he jumped another fence onto an empty, dry ground. He ran to the right until he was behind what looked like an abandoned house. The house looked very old, and the grass was nearly half his height, and he was rather tall. There were vines and multiple weeds and plants growing wildly around the area, giving the place an exotic look. But the strange thing was that this area was green, unlike the dry field that surrounded it. And there were a few flowers, as well as some other nice-looking plants, growing in a small but well kept garden. There was also a small patch of short, pink stemmed plants with small, green leaves, which he knew in Spanish were called verdolagas, and which he also knew were edible. He went inside the house. It wasn't as bad on the inside as it looked from the outside. It was nearly completely bare of personal belongings, but there were a few items lying around, like old pictures, a stove, and a pistol. It wasn't the best kept interior, but it wasn't really ugly and dirty either. He went inside the room and looked at a small boy looking out the window forlornly. He was short, nearly half Chris' height, but otherwise looked a great deal like him. "Hey, Daniel, I got you something to eat," Chris said. Daniel turned around and smiled, looking at the small package jutting out of Chris's jacket bag. Chris took it out and gave it to him. "Thanks, big bro," Daniel said, taking the package and unwrapping a burrito with a small cup of soda. "Want some?" Daniel asked. Chris shook his head. "I got it for you," he said. He sat down on the bed and moved his hand under the pillow. He dragged out an iPod. This was his most expensive possession, and he loved to hear music. He turned it on and saw that the battery was already on red. I need to go to Jorge's house tomorrow, he thought to himself. He put it on the song "Lloraras" by Rakim & Ken-Y and looked out the window as well, up towards the moon. As he looked at his brother hungrily biting at the burrito, tears came out of his eyes, and the sad song he was listening to made them come faster. After a while, he found himself thinking of how soft the girl's cheek had been... _________________ Last edited by redshurtugal08 on September 14th, 2008, 11:26 pm, edited 1 time in total.
September 14th, 2008, 4:41 am

Silverwolf Pack Alpha Joined: April 9th, 2007, 10:48 am Posts: 9373 Gender: Girl Affiliation: Galbatorix Dragon: Facebones	Re: Behind the Walls Whoa that was really entertaining Red! I loved it! The chase at the start and then how you fit it together in an ending for the first chapter (something I'm not good at). But could you do me a favour and try to describe Chris as best as possible...hehe _________________
September 14th, 2008, 11:09 pm

redshurtugal08 Black Dragon Joined: March 26th, 2007, 2:06 am Posts: 6303 Location: the net of love, the whirlwind of passion, the heat of a soccer game, or partying. Gender: Guy Affiliation: Dragonriders	Re: Behind the Walls oh no, I forgot to describe the people! lol it should be a little better know, I went back and edited it. _________________
September 14th, 2008, 11:27 pm

Silverwolf Pack Alpha Joined: April 9th, 2007, 10:48 am Posts: 9373 Gender: Girl Affiliation: Galbatorix Dragon: Facebones	Re: Behind the Walls That's a little better paints a better picture. When are you going to continue Red? _________________
September 14th, 2008, 11:42 pm

redshurtugal08 Black Dragon Joined: March 26th, 2007, 2:06 am Posts: 6303 Location: the net of love, the whirlwind of passion, the heat of a soccer game, or partying. Gender: Guy Affiliation: Dragonriders	Re: Behind the Walls right now lol Chapter 2 - True Friendship Chris woke up in the morning with his earphones still on, but no sound came. He looked down at his iPod and saw the screen was blank. He tried to turn it on, and, as he expected, saw that the battery was dead. He stretched out his body and realized he was very sore. I could use some recharging too, he thought ruefully. He quietly crept out of bed, putting the iPod in his pocket. He quietly exited the house and went outside. It was still rather early in the morning, but it was only near fall, so it wasn't that cold, but it wasn't warm either. He grabbed a small, thin, green plant that looked like a tall clover and bit it, sucking in its sour juice. He loved these things. He grabbed two more and started walking out to the large field. He jumped the fence and walked peacefully through the small park, looking at the small stream that ran through it. A small wave of nostalgia went through him as he remembered his home in Mexico. He shook himself and walked out of the park. The journey to Jorge's house was rather long, as they lived pretty far apart from each other, but the walk was peaceful and he enjoyed it. He walked along the side of the two-story apartments and looked around at the ground. He found a small rock and threw it at the wall, making sure not to hit the window. He saw a head poke out of the window, looking down. Jorge smiled and made a gesture with his hand to come in. Jorge's parents usually went to work very early in the morning. Chris went to the front again and walked up the stairs. When he reached the top landing, he went through the door on the right and knocked. Jorge came and opened it. "What's up, man. Did you iPod run out of battery already? You use that thing too much, you're gonna go deaf," he said, laughing. Jorge laughed a lot, and the muscles around his mouth were so used to it that it looked like he was laughing all the time. He had dimples, and and a lot of girls called him "dimples" and said he was cute because of it. Every time this was said, Chris couldn't help but smile. Jorge was also tall, with short hair gelled to the front. When it was longer, it was spiked, but it was never too big, unlike Chris's hair, which was almost always spiked as well but longer than Jorge's. He had a long face, with black eyes and a short nose. Chris chuckled. "Why's it always gotta be me the one who gets the blame for all this? It could've been Daniel." "Yeah, right, you're addicted to music," Jorge said, laughing again. "Who cares? It's tight." "True. Hey, I just got some more music, I'll charge it up for you and I'll put it in, all right?" Chris nodded. "No problem. What songs are they?" he asked. Jorge smiled. "Some new Lil Wayne and Eazy-E. You'll see, they're hella tight." Chris nodded. "So your dad's here, huh?" he asked. Jorge nodded. "Yeah, he came from Mexico a few days ago." "Why do they call him "El Sinaloa"? Does he come from that state?" "Yeah. We're all Sinaloenses here, dude." "That's cool." "Yeah." Chris handed over his iPod and Jorge grabbed it, taking it over to a small desk where his computer was out. He drew out a USB cable from one of the drawers and connected one end to the iPod. He connected the other end to the computer, and the screen on the iPod said "Do not disconnect". He waited patiently for a while as Jorge added the new songs. After about four minutes, Jorge got up and said, "I'll be right back." He went into the small kitchen and opened a drawer. He got out a bag of Doritos and gave it to Chris. "Take it to your brother," he said. "He probably doesn't get to taste those very often." Chris hesitated. He didn't want to just take things like this from anyone. "Are you sure?" he asked. Jorge looked at him, annoyed. "Just take it, man. I ain't rich either, but I'm not poor and it doesn't hurt me to give this away. I don't even feel the need to pick up every nickel I see on the street. So just take it," he said. Chris smiled. "Thanks. I can imagine Danny now. He loves junk food, even though he's barely tasted any all his life." Jorge laughed. "Come on, man, let's go fill up the buckets of water," he said. Chris nodded and they went outside with two buckets in each hand. They went down and turned on the hose. When both buckets were filled, they put them close to the wall and went back inside. Chris turned to Jorge. "You know, I don't know if I'll ever be able to repay all the stuff you do for me, but just know that I really do thank you, man." Jorge shook his head. "It's cool, don't worry about it. Having you as a friend makes my life less boring, and that's payment enough." Chris smiled. "Hey, you know the apartments next to that Head Start close to my house? You know anyboby there?" he asked. Jorge frowned, thinking. "Oh yeah, I know a girl that lives there. Her name is Destiny. She goes to my school. She's hella hot," he said, whistling and laughing. Chris laughed too. "I ran into her the yesterday. The police were chasing me and I broke into her house to hide. She woke up but let me go without telling the cops nothing. I thought that was pretty cool of her." Jorge stood up straighter. "You serious man? That's some cool stuff right there. You should have stayed at her house for the night," he said, laughing. "Or at least kissed her," he added. Chris laughed. "Nah, I just gave her a kiss on the cheek and ran out. She called me cute," he said. Jorge whistled again. "Nice one. Maybe you can get with her." Chris thought about it. "Yeah, maybe. So what's it like going to school?" he asked. Jorge shrugged. "Pretty boring, if you ask me. The only thing the teachers do is write on the board and talk. Good place to take a nice nap, though," he said, laughing. Chris thought about it. Jorge always said how he was lucky not to have schoolwork, but he wasn't too sure. Maybe school would do him some good? He shrugged as well and put the matter out of his mind. "You going to play soccer today?" Jorge asked. "Yeah, I'll be there at about five thirty," Chris replied. "You still playing for the same team?" Jorge nodded. "Yeah, and we're doing pretty good. We've won the last two games and we're tied for first." "That's cool." Jorge nodded and stood up. He went into his room and came back with a video camera. "Check this out," he said. "My mom filmed it." He turned on the camera and rewinded the cassete. When it turned on, Jorge was standing in the middle of a soccer field with a soccer ball close by. Two teams were in formation on both sides of the field. Apparently their game was about to start. Jorge passed the ball to his teammate, who passed it back. The player he passed it back to blasted the ball up the field. As soon as this happened, the camera screen shook violently, going up and down, side to side, and at times outside the field completely. The one obvious thing, though, was the sound of Jorge's mom screaming in Spanish. "Come on Carlos, you gotta pass the ball, not just blast it up like that! You're only giving it away!" Chris and Jorge both cracked up, and there was much more to come. Jorge's mom filmed the whole game, and almost none of it was recorded properly. Most of the time it was just a bunch of shaking and shouting. By the end, Chris's stomach was hurting from laughing so much. "Pretty cool, huh?" Jorge asked. "No kidding man, your mom really has passion for soccer." Jorge chuckled and stood up. He walked over to the iPod and checked the screen. "It's charged," he said. He disconnected it and gave it back to Chris. "Thanks," Chris said, putting it on his pocket. They both walked out again, but this time Jorge locked the door and put the keys in his pocket. They both walked down the stairs and towards the buckets of water. They grabbed them and started walking down the street. They were much heavier now, so they had to walk slowly. It took them nearly an hour to get to the fence bordering the park and the dry field of grass and shrubs. Chris jumped over the fence and Jorge gave him the buckets of water over carefully and one by one. Chris set them all on the ground and Jorge jumped over the fence. They grabbed one in each hand again and walked over to Chris's house. When they reached the house, they set the buckets down in the small piece of cracking cement and rested for a bit. After a while, they each grabbed one bucket and started to water the plants and the grass. It took about twenty minutes to water everything. After they were done, Chris went inside the house and found Daniel awake. "Hey, Danny, I'm gonna go hang out with Jorge for a bit. If you want you can go visit Hector or something. I'll be back at about twelve," he said. "And here," he said, taking out the bag of chips and handing them to him. Danny screamed out happily and took the bags, staring at the front of it with wonder. He opened it and grabbed one single chip and bit at its edges slowly, savoring every bite. "Thanks, Chris," he said. Chris smiled and went out the door again. "Let's go, dude." Chris and Jorge ran back to Jorge's house to leave the pails, then started to walk down the street again. "Where do you wanna go?" Jorge asked. Chris was about to answer when he felt a sharp blow on his shoulder, and a deep voice asking, "Where do you think you're going?" _________________
September 15th, 2008, 1:28 am

Silverwolf Pack Alpha Joined: April 9th, 2007, 10:48 am Posts: 9373 Gender: Girl Affiliation: Galbatorix Dragon: Facebones	Re: Behind the Walls That's pretty sad that they live in poverty. Very nice job though, with a cliffhanger at the end too _________________
September 15th, 2008, 6:47 am

Toph Bei Fong Black Dragon Joined: November 26th, 2007, 2:59 am Posts: 6122 Location: A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams. Gender: Girl Affiliation: Dragonriders	Re: Behind the Walls Red, this is awesome! I'm really loving your writing style Are you updating soon? _________________
September 21st, 2008, 6:51 pm

Silverwolf Pack Alpha Joined: April 9th, 2007, 10:48 am Posts: 9373 Gender: Girl Affiliation: Galbatorix Dragon: Facebones	Re: Behind the Walls I hope he does taps foot. CP fans are known for pestering authors... _________________
October 1st, 2008, 3:08 am

redshurtugal08 Black Dragon Joined: March 26th, 2007, 2:06 am Posts: 6303 Location: the net of love, the whirlwind of passion, the heat of a soccer game, or partying. Gender: Guy Affiliation: Dragonriders	Re: Behind the Walls I pretty much have the idea laid out and written, the only thing I really need is to find the time to type it all lol. this isn't the only thing I have to do. patience, patience. _________________
October 2nd, 2008, 2:41 am

Silverwolf Pack Alpha Joined: April 9th, 2007, 10:48 am Posts: 9373 Gender: Girl Affiliation: Galbatorix Dragon: Facebones	Re: Behind the Walls *Patience fails to download _________________
October 2nd, 2008, 11:11 am

DragonSlayer4 Black Dragon Joined: February 2nd, 2008, 3:34 am Posts: 6998 Location: Me fav website in the whole world, SF. Gender: Girl Affiliation: Skulblakans Dragon: Faelia	Re: Behind the Walls Silver, do you have any idea how hard I laughed when I read your post? I really love this red, its interesting.You had me in the first paragraph that I read.Keep going with it, your a talented writer. _________________ Eka fricai un Shur'tugal. Wiol ono Rest in peace, ILS. You'll be greatly missed... Good: Felecia and Ebony Zeke Shaina Mýa Johdzsia Sarai Vermona Samantha Tyleek Sephora Sofranir Tel'aeír Jeria Sol Jessa Neutral: Leanbrara Naixul Autarkeia Sevena Vena Kenai Evil: Iaras Leurgan I will watch over your charries too, Rathon.
October 2nd, 2008, 8:59 pm

princessArya Master DragonRider Joined: August 7th, 2006, 8:09 pm Posts: 2577 Location: In Wonderland of course Gender: Girl	Re: Behind the Walls You can't just stop there!!! I was getting into it like i was lost in your story nt paying attention to anything else and you stopped Idk if ill live with out knowing what happens next!?!?!? I love your story _________________ Life in Death has won my soul, Thus I am cursed for all eternity to relive this horrible moment forever. I want to experience something new, I am tired of living in this box I call my life.
October 6th, 2008, 4:24 am

fleshshapestheday Wise DragonRider Joined: September 28th, 2008, 4:42 pm Posts: 1368 Location: probably doing something awesome. Gender: Guy Affiliation: SF Rebels	Re: Behind the Walls Its really good! I always like reading other people's writing. Try to update it whenever you can! _________________ TO SAND To sand go tracers and ball ammunition. To sand the green smoke goes. Each finned mortar, spinning in light. Each star Cluster, bursting above. To sand go the skeletons of war, year by year. To sand go the reticles of the brain, the minarets and steeple bells, brackish sludge from the open sewers, trashfires, the silent crowd resting on the shoulders of a yak. To sand each head of cabbage unravels its leaves the way dreams burn in the oilfires of night.
November 26th, 2008, 6:44 am

redshurtugal08 Black Dragon Joined: March 26th, 2007, 2:06 am Posts: 6303 Location: the net of love, the whirlwind of passion, the heat of a soccer game, or partying. Gender: Guy Affiliation: Dragonriders	Re: Behind the Walls Chapter 3 - Problems Chris turned around slowly and found a tall, dark skinned high schooler looming above him, at least 7 feet tall. He looked to be about 17 years old. His clothes, which consisted of baggy, sagging jeans and a long, red t-shirt, obviously hinted he was gang affiliated. His harsh features and burning eyes, coupled with his hateful glare and tall form, gave him an intimidating look, but neither Jorge nor Chris showed any signs of being scared. "Do you know who you jacked from last night? Yeah, you do, huh? Well I'm here to tell you somethin'. None of us are gonna let that slide jus' like that. So you better watch yourself, 'cause the next time you're spotted you're gonna be in trouble. Best thing to do would jus' be to stay clear, now did I make myself real clear?" the bulldog asked. Chris nodded and turned away, and Jorge followed him as they walked away. "That's right, walk away," came the sneer from behind. They both ignored him. When they were a good distance away, Chris noticed he had been holding his breath and let out a long sigh. He had never gotten himself into a problem like that before. But he couldn't understand how the gangster had recognized him. "What were you thinking, stealing from the bulldogs? Are you mad?" "It was dark, I couldn't see what they were wearing, all right? I don't even know how they recognized me." "Are you stupid? Think, son, think. They didn't have to look at your face to recognize you." Chris gave him a questioning look, but then he realized what Jorge was talking about. "It was the jacket, wasn't it?" he asked. "Yeah. That thing's huge, and you probably had it all unzipped as usual and it was flying in their faces when you were running away." Chris sighed and kept on walking. He didn't want to be having problems with gangsters now. All he could do was hide and run away from them now, because he knew the bulldog's threat was serious and something to worry about. He imagined starting a gang of his own to rival every other one, and in his mind's eye he saw that perfect gang killing every last of one of their enemies. But he knew these were only fanatasies. The chances of doing something like that were practically impossible. He would have to turn the other way whenever he saw a bulldog now. His train of thought turned to racism, as he remembered with growing anger the white people that had dragged his parents out of the truck, while Daniel and he watched, feeling helpless, unable to do anything. Daniel had been a little kid of only four, and he had been ten. He remembered wanting to do something, but feeling so scared that he just stayed in the truck huddled beneath some blankets, paralyzed. He remembered the man that had been driving talk to the policeman, and his dad yelling, "Traidor!" Back then, he had understood very little of what had happened, but as he had grown up in America he had learned, little by little, the status of immigrants from Mexico that tried to cross the border, what they did, and how they were treated. He ground his teeth in frustration, wishing he had been older when his parents had tried to cross the border to work and bring a better future to him and Danny, so he could have done something that terrible night, so that he could have stopped the white men from taking his parents back to Mexico, from taking his parents from them and making a great possibility of never in his life seeing them again. He felt the tears start to sting at the back of his eyes, but he held them back as he remembered yet again the long, hungry, cold nights he had spent in that dry, dead wilderness, the hot and tiring days moving north, not knowing what to do. He remembered seeing another truck driving by and how the people there had seen them and told them to jump in the back, and the long ride to a huge city with a lot of bright lights and many new, shiny things he had not seen before in his small hometown of Mexico. Then he remembered how they had asked him questions of where they came from, and feeling sorry that they could do nothing for him. He remembered wandering the streets of San Diego with his brother, feeeling lost, sad, and hungry, and for the first time in his life he started to feel the real anger that one feels when he realizes how unfair life is again. The only people that he could really have thanked back then were the people that took him to live with them in Fresno, but they had died the first night he slept in their beds, and after that, he had had to live on his own, live off scraps of stolen foods and in misery. And every day that passed as he struggled he hated those white men that took his parents from him more and more until he found himself shouting like a madman at him in the middle of the night, in dreams and in reality as well. Before long, he realized that they had been walking towards the park, and now that he looked up, he saw a strange commotion on a field. It was Saturday, so there were a lot of teams playing on every field in the soccer part, but there was one where all the players were huddled up and fighting. There was a blue team and a red team, and Chris was reminded of a rumble he had once seen between bulldogs and scraps. Jorge grinned and said, "Let's go." He started to sprint towards the fight and Chris followed. Soon they reached the field, but they stayed on the sidelines. "What's going on?" Jorge asked one of the men standing by and watching with a disapproving look. The man, shaking his head, said, "That blue team doesn't know how to play. They were losing one to zero, then one of our players slide tackled the other, cleanly, and when the ref didn't call anything the blue player stood up and pushed our player. Soon everyone was cussing at one another and this happened." Chris saw that there were a few players from the red team trying to break up the fight, and among them, a girl too. She had her back to him, but her long hair and graceful body were far too familiar. He felt something tighten in his stomach, and the feeling rose all the way up to his chest. Not really knowing why, he blundered into the field, feeling dazed. He pushed his way into the middle of the fighting crowd and, at the top of his voice, yelled, "Everybody stop now!" Both teams stopped and looked at him. Feeling rather stupid, but knowing he had to do something about this now, he started to speak. "Why are you guys fighting? Because the ref didn't call something? Where's this fighting going to get you. It isn't gonna get you anywhere! Might as well stop, unless you're really all a bunch of losers." One of the kids from the red team spoke up. "We didn't want to fight, but these guys started to hit us and we weren't about to just let them hurt us, we had to protect ourselves." "I don't care what you say! We're settling this now!" one of the kids from the blue team yelled. As most of the blue team started to advance on the red team once again, for they had all split up and left Chris in the middle without him noticing, Chris stepped forward and stretched his arms out. "I see it's you guys that have the problem," Chris said. "You wanna know what I think? I think you're all a bunch of losers who suck. You all suck so damn much that you can't settle this game by playing soccer, so you have to try and fight them to win! Are you all really that bad? I feel sorry for you guys, because that is just sad, real sad." He nugdged the kid in red behind him. "Everyone laugh," he whispered. The kid laughed, and, soon, everyone was laughing at the red team. Some of the kids from the blue team looked mad, others offended, but most embarrassed. They started to walk away, and their coach walked up to talk to the referee. They talked for less than a minute, then the ref blew the whistle, signaling the game was won by the red team. Chris let out a deep breath and walked back to where Jorge was sitting. "What was that all about?" Jorge asked. Chris laughed. "I felt like giving a good speech." He looked out towards the crowd of red followers and looked for Destiny, the girl he had kissed on the cheek last night. He was surprised when she stepped out from behind a man and walked towards where Jorge and him were sitting. As she neared them, she asked him, "Could I talk to you?" She seemed reluctant to look him in the eye. "Time to spill some game," Jorge whispered in Chris's ear as he got up. Chris ignored him and followed the girl a little farther away behind a clump of trees. There, she sat down on the grass, leaning her back against a tree, and Chris sat next to her. "What happened?" he asked. "Why did you just do that over there," she asked. "I don't know. I guess I just didn't want to see a girl out there in the middle of a bunch of guys trying to beat the crap out of each other. Especially not one that saved my butt from getting arrested," he added. She laughed and said softly, "Thanks." Chris smiled back and said, "No problem." He could hear his heart starting to beat rather hard and fast. "So what were you doing that night? Why was the police after you?" "I was getting some food for my brother," Chris said evasively. "Oh," she said. He could detect sympathy in her voice. "Do you go to school?" she asked. "No." "What's your name?" "Chris." "Mmm. I like that name. Mine's Destiny by the way." "Cool. I'm glad destiny let me meet you," he said, smiling. She laughed. "Me too. When's your birthday?" Chris hesitated. He wasn't keen to give out his birthday. Almost gritting his teeth, he said, "February 14." Destiny smiled. "Aww, how cute. Mine's on April 1. I don't know, sometimes it's funny to have my birthday on that day, but I get a little too many bad jokes on my birthday because of it. One time they told me my parents got taken back to Mexico, but it was an April Fool's joke," she said, laughing. Chris laughed too, but the memory of his parents being taken away stung him, so it was rather half-hearted. Destiny sensed this, and seeing the kind of background he came from, looked like she guessed what was going through Chris's mind. "Did your parents...?" Chris nodded. Destiny looked sympathetic again. "I'm sorry," she said. Chris smiled. "Don't worry about it," he said. She smiled sweetly back at him, but then he heard someone call her. Apparently her parents were leaving and they wanted her to go already. Destiny groaned. "Well, you know where I live, don't you?" she asked smiling. "Could you come by my house some time? I want to introduce you to some of my friends, and talk to you some more." Chris felt the corners of his mouth ache a little from smiling so much, and said, "Yeah, sure. I'll see you later. Bye." "Bye," she said, and gave him a hug. He hugged her back, pressing her a little harder to him than he would normally do to anyone else, but keeping it soft. She smiled and waved at him as she walked away. Chris slowly walked back to where Jorge was sitting and sat down with him. Jorge smiled tauntingly at him. "Had a good time?" he asked. Chris laughed and said, "Yeah, sure I did." Jorge laughed, then pointed towards the man who had been refereeing the game. He was changing back to normal clothes from his referee uniform and putting all his stuff in a bag. "He wanted to talk to you. Let's go see what he wants." Chris nodded and they walked towards the man, his mind still on Destiny. _________________
November 30th, 2008, 8:49 pm

sid Master DragonRider Joined: September 14th, 2008, 8:49 am Posts: 2726 Location: Earth. Gender: Guy Affiliation: Vardens	Re: Behind the Walls cool thing .... teach me how to write like this!!!! _________________ Bonjour le monde! Mon nom est Sid. J'aime ma copine plus que tout autre chose ou quelqu'un dans la totalité de l'univers... J'espère qu'elle comprend... If I think your cool enough, I might just contact you... Not from the computer or anything... But there should be a message in your city... Somewhere... Don't believe me? I don't want you to. Just be on the lookout... You'll find out for yourself soon enough... That is, if your cool enough...
December 2nd, 2008, 11:04 am

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