Eggy Bread: Banana

Sup. I'm just an average teenager living in the slums of Germany. I have to say that it's not too bad a life. I make a lot of jokes which I'd like to share right now but they don't translate very well, so tough.

Anywho, this was going to be the best year of my life. My mom just got me this new sweater to show off at school. I haven't really been fitting well but I think this is going to be my turning point. As I got to class, I joined a group conversation about childhood memories (Christmas isn't the best in the slums so tough). While everyone went on yammering, I found out that I didn't have a single childhood memory. My mom said I hit my head when I was little or something. This conversation was getting boring so I turned everyone's attention to my sweater. It must have cost a fortune cos my classmates really admired it.

"This is really silky and smooth", said Maya, the hottest girl in class. "It feels like yellow disco", she continued. Well I told you stuff don't translate well to English and frankly, what she said didn't make sense. Hey I didn't say she was very smart, so tough.

Anyway, I floated through classes on cloud nine and finished school happy. Thanks Mom! I even talked to Maya (still didn't make sense) and nothing could stop my mood, well 'cept Sven. He is the biggest bully around and I pretty much avoided him. Mum always said I should be friendly and nice like my father. Haven't seen him around much so no good examples to follow.

"What a very nice sweater you've got", said Sven.

"Thanks", I said thinking everyone was wrong about him. "You wanna come have lunch at this cool new restaurant?", he said. I thought this was a little gay but I couldn't say no when he was being so nice. So, we walked to the place. Oddly enough, I knew that restaurants were far from our slums but I gullibly followed Sven thinking about curry and pork and fried sukonbu.

In the middle of my five star dinner thoughts, Sven interrupted saying, "Well, we're here."

I said, "Hey this is…" I never got farther than that when Sven gave me a blow to my nose. There was blood dripping down, oozing, flowing, so red and glistening. I a little bit of a sadist at times even though my mum doesn't know this, so tough. Anyway, Sven kept hitting me along with a lot of other guys. I'm sorry to say that I was too busy enjoying the sight of my blood that I got beaten to a pulp.

"So you thought you could muscle in and steal my girlfriend eh", said Sven after a swift kick. "My dad told me what a slut your mum is cause she has no husband, you street baby", he continued. Now I know that fighting is wrong but I really had to get away from there or else I would do something I would regret. Strange thing is, beating them wasn't so hard. As goon no. 1 came forward, I thrust my hand forward and broke his nose. Goon no. was no match for my roundhouse kick. Goon no. 3 broke a bottle on me and then I blacked out. Next thing I knew, there was blood everywhere and Sven was torn in half. I was in shock of what to do so I ran. I ran hard.