A chubby kid wearing a denim jacket and short, sped across the street with his arms wildly flailing like rubber as three marauding juveniles spewed profanity in his wake.
The boy had inadvertently egged the trio, saving a short oblivious girl, unaware of her misfortune or lack thereof.
“Bastard,” the trio cursed after traversing several furtive blocks.
The boy groaned, recognizing the trio nipping at his heels, “it was an accident,” he cried.
Panic stricken the boy looked left and then right before rushing down a flight of stairs, bypassing several irate adults as he entered the metro station.
“Where is it?” the boy mumbled, scouring his pack...
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Craning his neck, he spotted the boy standing by the turnstile, “that punk—”
“Jackson! Behind you!”
Muffled screams echoed across the dimly lit passage as the boy happily scanned his id, beep.
“What... Ouch, that's gotta hurt,” the boy grimaced.
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The boy casually hummed a simple tune after entering the E-train, behind him the trio vowed revenge below a obtrusive pile of mismatched limbs, and chipped tooth.
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“Mom, I'm home,” he echoed across the empty mansion while pawing through several unpaid bills.
“Final Notice” plastered in bright red colors assaulted his vision, triggering his sinuses. “I told her... Its no use” -teeth grating- “damn boyfriend,” he grumbled while crumpling the letter into his pockets.
Stolen novel; please report.
Sighing to no one in particular the boy auspiciously named Marik left the foyer in a huff, stumbling up the marbled stairs towards his room, barred by a old oaken door as he reached mid-stride to twist the bronze knob.
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Dear diary... Marik wrote offhand, I met a most unfortunate girl today, fortunately for her I tend to have terrible luck, he carelessly scribbled, alas... My mother has become the talk of the town, again... he pauses while twiddling his thumb, everyone smiles, trying to get close to us, my mom especially but once they find out the truth, they either leave without a word or laugh all the way to the bank, eyes scrunched up, Marik shut the book.
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Marik extended his arms below his bed, scooping a worn cartridge titled “misadventure tactics”, the SNES copy had been with him through thick and thin, a present from his diseased father, a fact his mother found distasteful. Click, the cartridge snapped on, furthermore Marik flipped a switch setting the blacken room aglow with LCD light. Hours went by as Marik lost himself within the game, cultivating a unbeatable character until the sounds of footsteps broke his reverie, shes back, he thought, shutting the game off.