STELM: Ok guys first story of this category. Real gritty story, just something I was thinking about at the time, what if Jake actually got caught and came back, how would life change? all rights reserved to the makers of the popular Smartphone game.
A's for Asshole
"This your stop bub." The New York bus driver said cheerfully, I however was anything and everything but.
For one I had just gotten out of prison. One shitty piece of hell sponsored by the US motherfucking A. I saw more drugs and violence there than I did on the outside. Hell if I wasn't such a fast runner I probably would have been one of the countless casualties.
The pigs tried me as an adult and I did my time without ratting on anybody. My lips were sealed until I got out, now I needed to get to speaking. Speaking about expansion, and how to get us on the up in up.
Back before I got locked up the Subway Surfers use to be the biggest and badest gang in town. Our tags were everywhere. One even ended up on the side of the state building… good times. I could remember the times, getting high off spray cans, surfing the streets, jet packing through the air, and causing general chaos.
I remember the sunny days I spent with Tricky, smoking some Indian Skullfuck, and making fake calls to the police while we did some real crimes elsewhere. If I could call anybody my girl it was her. So as I walked down the crowded New York streets I closed in on Tricky's apartment building.
Not the most glamorous place alive but it worked for her all these years. I only hoped she still lived there. I went inside the building and climbed up set after set of stairs and remembering the apartment number for all these years I got to her door. Room 887.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Hello who the fuck is it?" The guttural voice of man called out in response."
"Jake, Tricky home?" I asked and before I could say anymore the door swung open to reveal a Caucasian male with a plaid shirt with a gray undershirt and some jeans, staring at me with an emotion I really couldn't put my finger on.
"Tricky? You're looking for tricky? That bitch moved out Midwest and married a lawyer. Fucking whore. Now get out and don't ever come back you hear me!" The man who must have still been in his twenties yelled, shutting the door in my face.
What was more impacting than the door was the fact that Tricky had sold out. She was my role dog, my down bitch, one of my best friends, and now she was some housewife. She wasn't even planning on going to college and now she's married to a lawyer? I needed answers and if I knew anything then I knew that the local grocery store in the old neighborhood had to have answers to where all my old surfers loafed at back in the day.
STELM: This is literally going to be the shortest chapter I'll ever right but this is where it starts. I also plan to have this story to have shorter chapters compared to my other stories. Hoped you liked the beginning. Expect more and more to come. Read and REVIEW! Keep it glued on STELMER!