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Strangetown, Meet the eXtremes by SClownzZzZz

Chapter One

Ripp, a seventeen year old rebel, with shoulder-length brown hair, lies in a familiar place, in Olive Specter's garden. He places a bonquet of flowers on his mother, Lyla's, grave.

"I know everyone thought you didn't care about us mom," Ripp spoke quietly, "But I know you did, and next to Buck, you were the only one I could actually stand."

It was rare for anyone to see the misfit like this, it was probably because after his mother had left the family, he hated everything that had to do with them. His father, General Buzz Grunt was the biggest jerk in all of Strangetown, constantly abusing his high military status to get the power that he always wanted. And the sad part is, he actually did.

Now, Ripp had two brothers, an older one and a younger one. Ripp's older brother Tank, was always being pressured and favored by their father. General Buzz wanted nothing more than his first son to become the biggest general that Strangetown had ever seen. Though Ripp hated to be known as the "bad son" in the family, there was one thing that he was proud of, the fact that his father could never control him.

Ripp's younger brother Buck, was the kid that everyone loves. Since Buck wasn't quite raised as harshly as Tank and Ripp were, he didn't despise anyone in the family. Ripp always felt the closest to him, and hoped that he wouldn't turn out like Tank had.

It always puzzled Ripp about how General Buzz didn't care about the family's poor reputation in the neighborhood. The Smiths, one of the favorite and most heard about family in all of Strangetown absolutely hated General Buzz and Tank. The fact that both of their reputations were slimey stinkballs, didn't help much either. But Ripp didn't care how much people hated his family, because to be honest, he hated them too and all he ever wanted to do was escape them.

That's why Ripp was in Olive Specter's garden, he wanted to escape his life.

"I wonder how my life got so bad," Ripp quietly whispered to the trees, "Maybe it was just this way all along."

Ripp slowly lifts himself up from off of the ground and brushes himself off, "Oh well, I guess I should probably be getting back-"

"So you're just going to leave a old dying woman alone in her garden?"

Ripp quickly turns around, his heartbeat racing. Olive places a hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright dear," she softly chimes, "I knew you'd be in here."

"You did?" Ripp replied, staring straight at the ground.

"Yes," Olive spoke again, "I knew you wanted to talk to someone, so why don't you talk to me?"

"That's a very nice offer but, I really have to be going back home, it's almost night time," Ripp spoke inching his way towards the gate.

"Since when are you afraid of breaking the rules, or is this Tank I'm talking to?"

Ripp stops in his tracks, debating whether or not he should turn around.

"You know, just because your life is going downhill, doesn't mean that you have to give up completely," Olive spoke up, "Things could change for you, just like that."

"You've been telling me that for years now," Ripp turns around and faces her, "Just face it, it's never going to happen!"

"Sometimes you have to be patient son," Olive responded, taking a seat in her chair, "You know, I heard they were building a new university here, that could open opportunities for you."

"There's no way my dad would ever let me go to college."

"That may be true, but you have a job don't you?" Olive asked.

"I guess but..." Ripp trails off.

The ground begins to shake as three construction vehicles speed past the Specter's house. Ophelia races out of the house, her hands covering her ears, and over to her grandmother.

"What's going on?" Ophelia hollers over the noise.

"Oh, just some new project their working on across the street. It looks like we may be getting some new neighbors," Olive replied to her young niece.

"Oh," Ophelia turns around, "Hey Ripp, what are you doing here?"

Ripp tries to shout over the noise, "What?"

"I SAID-" Ophelia turns to the construction workers, "COULD YOU QUIET DOWN A LITTLE?!"

The noises get quieter, Ophelia breathes a sigh of relief.

"Thank you."

The three of them sit in silence.

"Hey, is it just me or does that building look like a giant X?" Ophelia spoke up.

"Huh, yeah, it kind of does," Ripp replies gazing across the street, he looks up at the sky, "Wait a minute, why is it dark out?"

"Because it's eleven at night."

"Aww crap," Ripp responds, "I-I-got to go or I'm dead, see you guys later!"

Ripp races out of the garden, leaving two very concerned individuals inside.

"Sometimes I worry about that kid," Ophelia spoke aloud.

"Yes," Olive agrees, "He's just like his mother..."