The world is an unfair place, full of nasty little rats and plages that have the courage to call them self human beings but are just a bunch of insects that needed to be whipped out. I just fucking hate this school, the people who claim themselves the "good ones" are just full of shit just like this place, sometimes I just want to clean this place from all this walking piss and vomit. It was just seemingly unfair that everyone treated him like trash despite the fact that he really was the only one standing truthfully at court and paying for what he did out of true regret to Hannah. Marcus, Bryce, Clay, Zach and so on did nothing like that and of course I was the only one paying the debt by visiting this stupid whatever this is class. Tyler looked to right where a guy with the look alikes of a punk was sitting next to him, just in the moment when he was about to say something to him the door swung open and someone else entered the room with a deadly glare and an angry presence, this guy was the opposite of the punk: he was build with a very muscular body and was dressed in an almost military gear with stormtrooperboots and SS lighting insignia Tattoos on his neck, a Nazi. The teacher looked at the intruder in a very distressed way, he was not so tempted to see him , Mr Reidbach, finally arrived at last it seems." He just gave him an stressed out grunt as an answer before scanning the room for a free seat and heading right next into my direction and sitting down on the free seat to my left, As he sat down the punk to my right was seemingly angry about his presence , Why the fuck do you have to be everywhere I am Nazi shithead?" , Cyrus... I had a pratty bad dey and I am noht in the mood for your commie bitchhing right now, so leave it bih." His accent was very visible in the way he pronounced some of the words leaving it upto guess if we was foreign. Before Cyrus could spit something back at him the teacher interfered and told them to shut up, wich they did actually and turned quiet immediately. The Skinhead took his notebook out his back witch had a swastika patch and the number 14 on it, he couldn't find a pen so he turned to me , Hey Pal, your got a pencil for me?" He talked to me in a normal almost nice manner to me, that was pretty unfamiliar to me but non the less welcome, I reached into my back and gave him the first pencil I could find and reached it to him ,Thanks, I owe you one my friend, what's your name? " friend... nobody called him that in a lolong time, I took his outstretched hand and shook it , Tyler Down, what's yours?" He smiled in a pretty calculated way , Harry. You know Tyler maybe this could be the beginning of a good friendship." That took me off guard, was this guy serious? The way he acted upon him was very unfamiliar. The Punk broke his pen and glared at Harry ,What's the matter that you are now recruiting Dorks? Don't have enough Nazis in the aryan army jet?" Who the fuck did this Cyrus think he is? before I could throw anything back at him Harry spoke already: , Do you have a death wish today Cyrus? I told you I'm not in the mood for your commie bitchhing today." he didn't have zero chills saying that, somehow it impressed Tyler. , You wanna seatle this now or later? " , Later, seems like I have to teach you ananother lesson you little punk." ,SILENCE!" the two of them got quiet again and shuted up. I had to say that Harry seemed like a guy with balls, he doesn't seem to take any shit, maybe I could learn a bit from him.

After school

The news that Cyrus and Harry were up a one on one beat down spread fast: dozens of people have already been there including the punks and the skinheads witch stood on opposite sides of ring wide away from one another for better. Cyrus took his jacket of as did Harry who wore a red t shirt with a big swastika on the front while you could read on the back Blut und Ehre. Both of them closed on to one another while the crowd was seemingly on edge when they striked their hits on one another, Cyrus had a real struggle holding up with the incoming hits from Harry and just managed to throw one good punch against his shaved head wich didn't made Harry flinch, he just smacked Cyrus harder and wiped the floor with his ass, metaphorically spoken, Cyrus got up and tackled Harry on to the floor with him while trying to get the uper hand but failed miserably when Harry gained back control over the situation. In the end ultimately Cyrus lost badly and smashed in to pieces on the floor when his friends picked him up. Tyler was down rightly impressed by the show and took several pictures of the scene, it was pure gold. Harry eventually spotted Tyler from the corner of his eye and came up to him, he was sure Harry would brake the cam or something like that for taking pictures, instead he punched him on the shoulder in a friendly way as an hello , Tyler glad your here, got some good pictures for me?" it was down rightly strange, this guy was a full on Nazi but Tyler couldn't come around the fact that this guy was such a friendly person, it just didn't measure up for him. Non the less he just ignored the Nazi part and looked at him in a different way: as a potential friend.

, Yeah I took some good pipics if you don't mind. " , Why should I? I'm going to hang them above my bed when you finish them. However, do you wanna have a ride home? I could take you with me." Tyler was again caught off guard by his friendliness, why should he refuse? , Well only if it's not a problem..I.." , It's not. Come on let's get out of here."

End for chapter one

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