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Slap Shot-
Sex- female
Name- abbi black
Age-15
Hieght-5'8
Wieght- 125
Crime- robbery, fights, cheating, lieing, and arson
Hair color- blonde pink tips
Eye color- blue
Pyro- Sex-female Name- Electra jones Age-15 Hieght-5'9 Wieght-126 Crime- Same although more arson then others. Hair color-black with blood red tips Eye color- silver/blue
Ok you know the rest. They're all 15. You know the D-tent boys! You also know holes! Well read & review peeps! ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
I stood in a dark alleyway. Electra Anne Jones is my name. I'm not exacly what a parent would wish to have as a daughter. Although I am quite good at what I do, I'm what you would call a juvinile delinquint, a troublemaker, or maybe an inflamer. Many people call me many things. All different things yet all with the same meaning.
I was standing there waiting there for the rest of my gang. Kaden had had a run in with one of the members of our rival gang, the shots. Of coarse Kaden was a bit over cofident. But no matter our gang, the phases would make them regret they ever challenged us to this fight.
"YO!" yelled one of my gang Abbi Black aka slap shot. "Pyro we gotta go I heard some of dim got guns"
"Good!" she stared at me like I was insane.
"What? You insane? We could get killed! The shots are wild! They wont think twice 'bout shootin' any of us."
"Well, if ya think about it, I must be wild." I pulled out a pistal from my pocket. "I wont be thinkin' twice either."
" Pyro, listen to me ya could get jailed for even bein' caut with that."
"Well I won't get caught! Ya know I won't"
"NO come on!"
"fine!" I slipped the pistil back into my pocket.
But it was to late all the shots began to file in to the alley. Their pistils glinting in the light of the street lamp. Slap shot let out an exaspirsted sigh.
"2 Girls unarmed against 10 armed boys. Hmmm. who shall die?" Taughted a tall boy with brown curly hair.
" Hmmm. okay lets just say, oh I don't know. 15 girls all armed and highly dangerous." I retorted
"Yeah right and we're all going to beg for mercy!" Shouted the tall boy.
" Oh yeah, well you better start that beggin'" slap shot said and let out a long high wistle. My hand shot to the pistol in my right pocket, as all 13 other girls came walkin' up.
The shots looked horrified. They had been counting on us to back out. They most likely spread the rumur that they had guns. To scare us it may scare slap shot. Not me.
A few shots were fired. The sirens of the police rang through the cold night. We all took off running. I never knew I could run so fast. The doors of the cop cars slammed. They tried to just tell us to stop but none of us were about to. One last shot was fired, by whom I don't know. Then a split second later a cry of pain was heard. I swong around to see one of my gang fall, it was Amy Dangle aka Dash.
I ran to her to see if she could get up. She wasn't moving I was stunned when I saw the blood that surounding her. A second or so later I through my gun down. I would never use one again. It had killed one of my best friends. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. Then blacked out.
~2 weeks later "Ms. Black, Ms. Jones, I am giving you two a choice. You can spend 7 years in juvey or 2 in cgl. Your choice." The judge said.
" Camp" I said
Slap shot didn't hesitate. "Juvey" she replied as if it were the weather we were speaking of. We grew apart after that day. She still blamed me. I missed her but would never admit that to her. I studied her for a sec. why any one would want 7 yrs instead of 2 is beyond me.
"Well then court is adjured." (LOL Is that right? My mom works with lawyers but I don't pay attention.lol)
We stood and left. As soon as I walked out tears were streaming down my face. I really did miss slap shot. My dad dragged me to the car and told me to be ready early the next morning to get on the bus for camp. I spent the night packing. I pact shirts and 1 pair of shorts. I was sure I would get everything taken away when I got there so I didn't pack much. The judge had told me it was an all boys' camp. I couldn't sleep I was so worried. Not about my safety but about if I would make a new best friend.
I woke up the next morning with the feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. It took me a second to get why it was there. Then I remembered I was to go to cgl to day. I didn't want to go but I had to.
*Later that day* My dad had sent me to my bus stop. I sat alone. My friends were dead or just gone now. My mother died when I was 10. My father was never the best. He was always out, sure that got us rich but I just wanted a father.
The bus arrived 15 minutes later. The guard stepped off the bus with a pair of handcuffs.
"Come here! Girlie" I didn't want to but I reminded myself that I had to. The cuffs were slapped to my wrists and attached to a seat. The bus ride seemed to take forever. The guard began to talk to the driver. Being myself I silently picked the lock on my cuffs. It was simple actually. I put the lock pick in my sleeve before I got on. I worked the lock until a faint click was heard. When it finally came off I relaxed in my seat.
Finally the bus stopped. The guard got his keys out and came to get me out. But I just handed him the cuffs.he looked stunned for a second but soon got over it. He pushed me off the bus and slammed the door shut. When I looked up I saw an aging man with a lot of sunflower seeds.
"Get up" he barked
I slowly got up without saying anything. He then told me the rules and the procedures, but I wasn't paying attention. I was looking around. All I saw were little orange dots across the dessert. The next thing I knew I was meeting a very gay cousilur that would be mine. He began to talk. But being me I couldn't here what I didn't want to hear. I was lead to a tent with a big letter D. That's when I started to listen he showed me which cot would be mine. "You have your own shower right over there" he said pointing to a lone shower. Then he left me to move in.
Pyro- Sex-female Name- Electra jones Age-15 Hieght-5'9 Wieght-126 Crime- Same although more arson then others. Hair color-black with blood red tips Eye color- silver/blue
Ok you know the rest. They're all 15. You know the D-tent boys! You also know holes! Well read & review peeps! ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
I stood in a dark alleyway. Electra Anne Jones is my name. I'm not exacly what a parent would wish to have as a daughter. Although I am quite good at what I do, I'm what you would call a juvinile delinquint, a troublemaker, or maybe an inflamer. Many people call me many things. All different things yet all with the same meaning.
I was standing there waiting there for the rest of my gang. Kaden had had a run in with one of the members of our rival gang, the shots. Of coarse Kaden was a bit over cofident. But no matter our gang, the phases would make them regret they ever challenged us to this fight.
"YO!" yelled one of my gang Abbi Black aka slap shot. "Pyro we gotta go I heard some of dim got guns"
"Good!" she stared at me like I was insane.
"What? You insane? We could get killed! The shots are wild! They wont think twice 'bout shootin' any of us."
"Well, if ya think about it, I must be wild." I pulled out a pistal from my pocket. "I wont be thinkin' twice either."
" Pyro, listen to me ya could get jailed for even bein' caut with that."
"Well I won't get caught! Ya know I won't"
"NO come on!"
"fine!" I slipped the pistil back into my pocket.
But it was to late all the shots began to file in to the alley. Their pistils glinting in the light of the street lamp. Slap shot let out an exaspirsted sigh.
"2 Girls unarmed against 10 armed boys. Hmmm. who shall die?" Taughted a tall boy with brown curly hair.
" Hmmm. okay lets just say, oh I don't know. 15 girls all armed and highly dangerous." I retorted
"Yeah right and we're all going to beg for mercy!" Shouted the tall boy.
" Oh yeah, well you better start that beggin'" slap shot said and let out a long high wistle. My hand shot to the pistol in my right pocket, as all 13 other girls came walkin' up.
The shots looked horrified. They had been counting on us to back out. They most likely spread the rumur that they had guns. To scare us it may scare slap shot. Not me.
A few shots were fired. The sirens of the police rang through the cold night. We all took off running. I never knew I could run so fast. The doors of the cop cars slammed. They tried to just tell us to stop but none of us were about to. One last shot was fired, by whom I don't know. Then a split second later a cry of pain was heard. I swong around to see one of my gang fall, it was Amy Dangle aka Dash.
I ran to her to see if she could get up. She wasn't moving I was stunned when I saw the blood that surounding her. A second or so later I through my gun down. I would never use one again. It had killed one of my best friends. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. Then blacked out.
~2 weeks later "Ms. Black, Ms. Jones, I am giving you two a choice. You can spend 7 years in juvey or 2 in cgl. Your choice." The judge said.
" Camp" I said
Slap shot didn't hesitate. "Juvey" she replied as if it were the weather we were speaking of. We grew apart after that day. She still blamed me. I missed her but would never admit that to her. I studied her for a sec. why any one would want 7 yrs instead of 2 is beyond me.
"Well then court is adjured." (LOL Is that right? My mom works with lawyers but I don't pay attention.lol)
We stood and left. As soon as I walked out tears were streaming down my face. I really did miss slap shot. My dad dragged me to the car and told me to be ready early the next morning to get on the bus for camp. I spent the night packing. I pact shirts and 1 pair of shorts. I was sure I would get everything taken away when I got there so I didn't pack much. The judge had told me it was an all boys' camp. I couldn't sleep I was so worried. Not about my safety but about if I would make a new best friend.
I woke up the next morning with the feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. It took me a second to get why it was there. Then I remembered I was to go to cgl to day. I didn't want to go but I had to.
*Later that day* My dad had sent me to my bus stop. I sat alone. My friends were dead or just gone now. My mother died when I was 10. My father was never the best. He was always out, sure that got us rich but I just wanted a father.
The bus arrived 15 minutes later. The guard stepped off the bus with a pair of handcuffs.
"Come here! Girlie" I didn't want to but I reminded myself that I had to. The cuffs were slapped to my wrists and attached to a seat. The bus ride seemed to take forever. The guard began to talk to the driver. Being myself I silently picked the lock on my cuffs. It was simple actually. I put the lock pick in my sleeve before I got on. I worked the lock until a faint click was heard. When it finally came off I relaxed in my seat.
Finally the bus stopped. The guard got his keys out and came to get me out. But I just handed him the cuffs.he looked stunned for a second but soon got over it. He pushed me off the bus and slammed the door shut. When I looked up I saw an aging man with a lot of sunflower seeds.
"Get up" he barked
I slowly got up without saying anything. He then told me the rules and the procedures, but I wasn't paying attention. I was looking around. All I saw were little orange dots across the dessert. The next thing I knew I was meeting a very gay cousilur that would be mine. He began to talk. But being me I couldn't here what I didn't want to hear. I was lead to a tent with a big letter D. That's when I started to listen he showed me which cot would be mine. "You have your own shower right over there" he said pointing to a lone shower. Then he left me to move in.
