Imitation

The night sky shined as Isaac pondered on the meaning of the existence of life, and death, on that matter. He looked at the back of his callous hand, with blatant marks of his endeavours with the dough, in the pastry shop of doom. It was midnight, and the only day of the semester he did not have either homework, or Aunt Betty on his agenda; he mused that they were both deprecating his physical health to a bad scale. He stood up, brushed his denim jeans free of the dust clinging to it like magnets, then kicked his feet on the durable floor before leaving his destination and a thin cloud of dust in his wakening. Just before he departed, he jerked his head back to observe his crime-ridden route home via his vantage point, high up on a cliff edge.

His route home was quite a tough one, so he rarely ever ventured this far south from his local premises. The roads of China these days aren't something to be taken lightly, especially this far away from most of civilisation in his desolate town. There were gangs left right and centre, and if you weren't careful you'd be a walking free meal, and who doesn't like a free meal?

Isaac tumbled precisely down the unused paths of the terrain, before breaking through the hard cracked ground, and onto the dirty, oil-spilt pavement. Just as he set foot in town, the locally notorious gang, Yellow Club.

"Hey, lil' boy, aint' you that devils surrogate? You aint' wanna be walkin' round town with that label on your ugly face,"

"Yeah kiddo, you aint' wanna do tha' unless you want you being beat'n."

They grinned maliciously as they closed in.

"Stay back, you people…" Isaac began.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehe"

Isaac anticlimactically shrieked as one of the drink ones reached out his warty fingers, trying to enclose him. He flicked his slipper projectile at his assailant, who did a cliché freeze fall onto the pavement while Isaac simultaneously took this moment of confusion due to his retaliation to his well-used advantage, as he sprinted of past his enemies.

Isaac tried thinking strategically, even though half his attackers were drunk or intoxicated, they were all at least one, and forty-seven over forty-seven his size, so out-running them to his house was alost impossible. But a shorter distance he could possibly do with the head-start he was currently wasting thinking about what to do in the head-start he was wasting thinking about what to do in the head-start he was wast…. Yeah, he was wasting his head-start.

He could make it to the populated area and hope someone realised something was wrong, or he could hide amongst the crowd. Either way, it looked like a plausible option.

As he ran, he ran into Timmy, his good buddy, and boy, Isaac was relieved. He quickly assessed Timmy for the situation, and realised he was a bit too slow to run, so he concluded they would have to stay and confront, or hide. Or both…. Ah ha. He quickly but not so effortlessly dragged Timmy behind rhododendron bush in a plight to conceal them, and it only worked because of how drunk the gang were.

They crouched and quickly exited the bush and scurried away before the members of the Yellow Club noticed. They later went on to meet Shawn, and then Cat shortly after (who was never far away). The band walked merrily away, before meeting Karl at the shopping mall. They were all happy until Isaac remembered….. AUNT BETTY!