Chapter 1
The sun set upon the new family of the Weston place. With Boxes still on the front porch of the burgundy colored house, A young boy about the age of 9 walked out of the front door and picked up a box labeled "Jeremy's toy". "Jeremy!, Get back in here" a woman's voice called. Jeremy looked up and ran back into the house with his box. "All right mom, ok I'll be back at 6:00" answered a teenager with a scar by his right eye. "Ok Ryan, Keep you're cell phone on" replied his mother. "Whatever" mumbled Ryan as he walked out of the house and hopped on his bike and started off down the smooth pavement rode, he turned a corner into an ally.
Not even halfway down the all where it crossed into a 4 way street he was hit across the head. Hard. He could feel his head pulsing as his vision slowly blurred back to normal only to see the idiot that hit him, He was a scrawny fellow, wearing a black ski cap and holding a broken baseball bat in his hands. "You must have a hard head" the kid remarked while examining the baseball bat. Ryan blinked while looking at the sky. "Oh yea, You're probably wondering why you're laying on the ground right now, Well I don't take kindly to new kids on the block, you know, set an example to what might happen if they screw with me. Ryan felt his head, he sat up and glared at the kid that hit him. Ryan stood up face to face with the kid , He was a foot smaller than Ryan, The kid twitched and wondered where Ryan got his scar from, before he could finish his train of thought he was taken by the shirt and thrown against a fence held by Ryan. "I'm sorry dude" The kid screamed. Ryan felt around his jacket pocket and found his pocket knife, opened up the blade and put it to the neck of the kid. "What's you're name!?" Ryan demanded. "You're mom" the kid remarked, Ryan trust his knee into the kids stomach. "all right, my names Jake!" "Ok, JAKE (Ryan slammed him into the fence again) As much as I enjoyed being hit across the head with a bat I think I have a present for you too!" Ryan said sarcastically. At this point Jake passed out as Ryan was cocking back to punch him. Ryan stopped halfway when he seen he was out cold. Ryan receded his pocket knife and got back on his bike which was intertwined in two thorn bushes. He looked at his watch, It read 5:50. "oh shi-" Ryan rode back to his house with a minute to spare.