Chapter one, the slackers
On the cold streets of Belville, Ohio Mr. Curtis sits on his front porch staring at the sunset and looks down at the pitiful town that he had moved to with his wife, Cherry and two beautiful children named Tommy & Alice.
"Hey, dad what's for dinner? I hope it's none of the beef crap we have every Friday." Mark, the nineteen year old son said with nasty look upon his tan face. "Now none of that. Your mother cooks hard for our family." His dad negated him. "Even if it does taste like crap."
"Honey can you come down here and help me with the soup?' Mrs. Curtis called to her daughter Alice.
She came down the stairs in grunting sound of anger and stress. "Why do I have to help? We can dad or Mark?" Sh was at the age were she feels she should have more freedom than everyone around her. "Because you're my special little girl."
Mark step out side to the cool fresh air of the streets. He told his dad he went to go see a friend who had been sick. "He's been in bed for almost a week now. I want to make sure he's ok." Walking down the street with his hands in his pocket jeans.
"Hey. There you are. Were have you been homey?" A big guy in a puffy vest jacket and plaid pants and a checker shirt. "Sorry P. Dawg. I had to get away from my old man."
They started to talking and walking into a building. "Hey!" A girl came around and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey Alison. What's up?" She was dressed in a mini-skirt and stripped shirt. " Not much really. My dad's not to crazy about me date you." She said drinking a bottle of Budweiser. "You know how he his with tattoos." Mark had about three tattoos. One on his ankle of a snake, a rose on his arm, and a skull with a snake coming out of it on his back.
"So, what do you want to do right now?' He asked her smiling . "I have to tell you something. I .." His sentence drug off a little. "I don't want to be slacker." The big guy he met earlier in the alley. "What did you say dead meat?" He put his hand into a fist. "I said I.." But before he could say anything else, he heard gun shots. "Get your ass down on the ground!" Someone called.
Peoples voices and crying was in the room of the dance club. "Run!" They all ran out of the building.
Mark ran down back to his small home with his parents fighting over who sets the table.
"Hey, mom." He said entering the room. "Come and eat with us, sweet-faced. They all sat down and ate their soup. "So what did you do today?" Mr. Curtis asked. " Well, I" The vase that their grandmother was cremated in broke into small pieces. "What the hell?" Then all of a sudden, things started to explode into piece . Then silence. They looked at each other. "Oh, my god!" His mother hand her hands around her daughter.
When she moved her hands away from her little angels head and back it was cover in cold blood.
"Call an ambulance. She's been shot!"