As a wise man I once knew always said, the most important meal of the day; it's imperative to consume it before 9 Am in the morning and after 6 Am Glory hour.
That's why I'm skipping it today, because I never knew who that fucking man was, and nor do I know who the hell my parents were; for you see! An orphan's life sucks.
And to be quite honest skipping my meals is something I'm used to already, but don't you get worrying about me my little buttercups! For I disagreed with science in 6th grade!
Probably was the major reason why I failed it with less than my average marks, but I, Jack Rantz! The most handsome man alive have no fear!
For I! Jack Rantz-
"Hey! I'm walkin' over 'ere!"
"P-pardon me!" I hurriedly whisper out, since it's probably best to not fight with some random hobo right now, that's a privilege I can hold onto for later tonight.
As my feet humbly take me to where I stand before you right now, having skipped breakfast and all I'm pretty starving, but atleast the sunlight's a bit nourishing.
Gᴏʟᴅᴇɴ Cɪᴛʏ Sᴇɴɪᴏʀ Hɪɢʜ.
Who ever named it that has got to be either the worst graphic designer, or my eyes have just given up all hope on humanity. As I run a hand down my black hair I curiously peek around the corners of the gates, no one's stopping me from entering after all.
So, after a bit of tidying up infront of the ever reflective trashcan, damn my dark blue eyes seem terrifyingly seductive...
Anyways, after all that jazz is up, I finally get to starting my second day of the month at. . . The school. . .
What? Did you actually expect me to say it out loud? Well screw you! I'm not saying that cringey as fuck name!
If I chewed down pencils, my faecal matter would be able to concoct up better graphics than the dipshit who left it like that!
Argh, I'm getting way too over my head, let's just get on with the day.
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Golden High as I like to call it is nothing but a school full of opportunities, you have several different types of classes-
Like the Art class, which teaches you how to paint and stuff,
Music class, my favourite to be honest, where they teach you how to play music and all that stuff
And Sex Ed, where they teach you how to fu-
Okay maybe not that much into detail... I wouldn't certainly complain at getting the chance to see that however, hehe.
So, anyways, Class 10th B is where I'm headed, directly down the corridors of hell as I like to denote them as.
Why? Well, let me tell you something, you ever ran afoot with a bison? Well, let me just say, how about having a street race with feet?
'Cause contrary to popular belief, this shithole of a fucking school isn't just a land of hopes and dreams, no no.. that would be way too wholesome for us to have-
For you see, these motherfuckers just have to keep on crushing my bloody shoes! My fucking shoes!
Do you know how expensive they are to purchase?! How to acquire the neat luster and shine as they show in the pretty pretty commercials?! Do you?! Do you!?
. . . Sorry, I get overworked alot of the time over petty things, but let's just-
"Dirty my fucking shoes one more time you Glascien bastards, I fuckin' dare you!" I loudly yell out to the corridor chock full of hormonal teens, hey, I guess the threat worked since I can finally actually see my fucking class this time, nice!
So, all of my low pitched yet vehement curses aside, I think school administrators should really ponder for a while about safety precautions and all, because this school has none.
Really, I do believe that those sick pedos should either just hang themselves, or go into rehab and then come back, they don't care that it's the fucking season of Mal-are-ae, or whatever it's pronounced as!
What's mal-our-afuckin'e? Well, just a disease, an illness that spreads via the help of air, an air borne disease if you will-
And this mother fucker kills more than what I do in a year!
Then again, I dunno how many I kill, so Touché, virus, touché.
Ah, finally, at last, the safe havens of my fucking classroom that's already started, and the teacher will probably scold me once more, just as usual.
"Mr. Jack Rantz, do you know how late it is?"
"N-no? Ms. Lauren..."
"Oh.. well, I was hoping that your duffer of a brain might have noticed you're eight minutes late, what's your excuse this time?"
Ms. Lauren, a bitch to say the least. She's quite the problematic one, always says I'm a bright student who just hasn't reached his potential yet, like seriously you bitch! Just yeet yourself out of here!
"Cu' me some slack over're... I'm s-sorry. . . It won't happen again. . ."
"Jack, the finals are almost near, you really have to start showing up on time more often, I know it's hard for you because of your... family problems, but you just have to push through it, it's just this year that's the most important for you-"
She continues to ramble on for a bit more, something about my Grades and what not, attendance isn't that low so I really don't care what the bitch says to me.
Screw this school, and screw life for having killed my parents even before I was aware of what my fingers are, and screw my parents especially for having had unprotected sex and making me!
That or the condom breaking. . . Damn I hate ineffective rubbers...
"-are you listening? Jack?"
"Y-yes, Ms. Lauren.." I quietly answer while acting apologetic; hey, key word acting.
She grumbles for a bit before letting me get back on with my show and all, my seats a bit further down the lane today so I'll have to walk a fair bit extra..
Damn it, I hate walking.
Anyways, class begins without a hitch-
Not, damn I hate these brooding self indulgent smart asses, fucking punks that don't know their place.
Who am I talking about? Why, the fucking brainless incels going hysteric at the back of course! Why, they even named my long and silent walk something stupid like
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖊
Or some bullshit like that, fuckin' fancy nerds.. or is the proper terminology geeks?
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Well whatever they are, I don't like those narcissistic pricks, always laughing day in and day out at me, what's so funny with my life eh?!
Well, whatever, I guess, as I sit right down onto the hard wooden desk, pretty old school stuff over here due to the Principal never wanting to ever lift one of her gigantic fat fingers to help renovate even a turd in the classes.
So, that just so sums up the agony of my second day at class 10th B.
Of course, that's not all there is, since I did nearly tear out my yellow shorts earlier on the desk, Damn it I remember way too many difficult and gross times I've been cut by these on the veins.
How I'm not dead yet, I dunno, And I don't really want to either.
"Turn your attention to page no. 78, chapter number 8, you all did your homework yesterday right? I'll be taking it after this period for correction"
Hearing those words come out of the bitch's mouth makes my blood run cold, damn it I forgot about my homework yesterday!
Well, that's a good enough Segway for my partner in crime... okay maybe not crime, but my bestfriend in everything but after school activities 'cause who the fuck's got time for that?
I whisper ever so slightly at the brunette right beside me, my bestest friend since who knows when, Isabella!
"Hey, Izzy? I. . . Uh. . . Forgot to-"
"Just take it and screw off Jack, don't bother me"
She huffed out pretty angrily, glaring at me for some odd reason. Dunno why, I haven't checked my flip phone yet, so maybe she wanted some work done from me?
But, damn her brown eyes are just as brown as her personality today, what the fuck got her so pissed?
Well, whatever, It's not my problem, since I've already gotten it all under control, the situation at hand?
Completing the damn honework before the bitch notices-
...Fuck... why does this bitch love giving us the whole exercise as homework?
Is she a sadist? Or would the school system classify us as massochists?
Either way, there's no way I'll be able to-
Eh, screw logic, I've done this a couple hundred times already, no big deal!
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Scoldings, scoldings and advice on how to get over the past.
They really need to abstain from giving me these stupid classes, like seriously, I doubt I'd need counselling!
Give that to Izzy, girl's been pissed at me since morning; and I have no clue what happened...
Is it those infamous girls' periods? I've heard about them, but unfortunately due to rather sticky circumstances, gathering information here garners no gain to say the least,
if you're from my range of people that is, damn library charges would probably make me skip all my meals till next Tuesday, and it's only just the second day after monday!
Well, enough about my crippling poverty and experiences with bitchy behaviour, I have another thing to look forward to!
For you see, by day I go as Jack Rantz! But by night!
I am the infamous!
The most charming and devilishly handsome!
And most feared criminal to the underground!
And hobos, never forget hobos, damn I love beating them up, the police even thanks me after that stuff!
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It's the dead of night, no stars to be seen at all and I'm worries if it's because of the polution or my bright yellow hoodie I always wear for the extra challenge.
So, as the wind howls as loud as the wolves, which wouldn't be so quiet if the Goverment hadn't slaughtered them all, I move briskly towards my target.
The location to where my desires lead me to is a very, very rich man's penthouse, or is it called a mansion?
Well, rich man's home, locked lovingly and tuckered right up and away at the highly expensive side of Golden City, and that's saying something.
So, why am I, The Jack Rantz robbing this poor poor.. well, rich rich man's humble...
Well, you get what I'm saying here, why am I rubbing my pickle juice all over his flower garden?
Well, not to brag or anything, but I'm poor, and the poor's gotta do what they gotta do to survive-
As a Man I once dreamt about, and no I'm not gay, I've tried that shit before.. not to that extent but..
As that black haired man I've once dreamed about, perhaps my father's spirit guiding me, once said-
"Jᴀᴄᴋ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ sʜᴀʟʟ ғᴇᴀsᴛ ᴀᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴏғ ᴡᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴜᴍᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ. . . Yᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ғɪɴ-"
Dunno what he was talking about, but it sounded like pillage and plunder to me! So here I am! Opening up the vents to the inside of the house, a yucky and sticky situation awaits my clothes tommorow but if I'm lucky, school won't be a problem any more!
I mean, Izzy might be sad for a little while but meh, you win some and you forget some, am I right?
And on the matter of forgetting things, let's not forget looting the entirety of what I can hold, my capacity isn't to be underestimated! While I've broken in mere minutes ago I've already got my hands full!
Hey, where'd that all stuff come from?
Meh, dunno, don't care.
I frown while looking around, the richer the house's owner, the larger the house is, and the less jam packed it is.
Perhaps the juicy parts will be at the lower areas, maybe by the bedroom area?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not foolish or anything, I've already . . . Acquired via a trusted accomplice, whom I've never actually met IRL and all, the layout of the whole building.
As I fumble around in the dark for a few more seconds till my vision autocorrects it all and brightens it up a bit, I nearly trip over plenty of expensive looking vases.
What's with it with rich old men/women to keep these things?
Well, if this sells decently at the Golden market, the Golden City variant of the Black Market, these'll probably feed me for a couple months, easily.
In total, three vases in this narrow and nearly empty corridor, full of bullshit painting-
Huh, there's nothing over here except these three vases?
I peek around a bit more, being ever more careful at not alerting anyone around here via the creeking wooden floor boards.
As I thought, some dipshit's already ransacked this place before me!
Damn it! I thought I could trust you! Damn you Isabeu!
I had to stop my angry glaring and all, for some creeks brought my attention to a man coming up the stairs, and it wasn't good..
He was. . .
Tʜᴇ Bʟᴜᴇ Wɪɴᴅ
You see, I'm a criminal, a villain, an evil mastermind.
Also, did you know what a hero is? Why, you should already know by now, I'm thoroughly fucked...
The blue wind, one of the most famous Heros around the world, rumoured to have stopped.. I don't even know how many heists he stopped! Probably more crimes than I've ever commited in my entire lifetime!
And that's counting the stupid laws too! And let me tell you pal, there's more idiots on the Goverment's cushioned job hierarchy than even I'd like! And that's saying something!
So I ran, as fast as I could, the creeking of the wooden floor boards erupting from my position as I narrowly escaped via the vents once more, barely being able to jump high enough to meet the requirements first try.
I don't know how much time I had spent planning this thievery, but I wasn't planning on going to jail right now!
The vents were dusty and all, it was hopeless for me to not know with all my experience in this genre of theft, for a mere exposure to this wouldn't kill me, but one to the blue wind might.
As I ran off, jumping down from building to building, I had thought I had made it, along side two vases, dunno where the third one went, and I don't really fucking care.
Almost had a run in with the devil himsel-
And there he is again, as we both ran side by side, screaming in agony at the sight of each other. The blue wind's mask and all accessories were as you'd expect, very dark brown, borderline black.
And my own spelled out disastrous consequences, for I had already been spotted by him.
"B-Banana pants?!" He cried out, screaming to his heart's content with the aspirations of a five year old meeting a feral dog for the first time. Not good
"T-the Blue Wind?!-" I soon yelled out in response as well, caught up in the moment to even have a worry in the world, no doubt I was in a sticky situation, like last time with Izzy and I, but that was just accidental on her behalf.
As we ran off into the night, one line stuck out to me, not my own, not a third party's, but our very own synchronised bullshit I didn't catch until I had broken my back-
"ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ!-"