GRAND THEFT AUTO: CHAOS
Michaels crime life all started when he turned eighteen. He was walking out of his classroom in the Liberty City High School, with his friends Jamal and Sid. The three of them were probably the toughest kids in the school, since they were seniors. They were always flicking people off and beating people up. Michael walked out of his history class and bumped into a small kid with red hair and glasses.
"Oh, sorry Mikey. Hehe," said the weak kid with red hair. He was in the same grade as Michael.
"Don't call me Mikey you shithead!" and Michael held the red head by the hands, and Jamal and Sid took turns punching him.
"Hey, hey you three! Stop that!" called the principle, who was down the hall. The principle started to run toward Michael, but he let go of the read head and him and his two friends ran away.
"Is he gone?" asked Sid.
"Ya, I think he is," replied Jamal.
"That bastard always ruins our fun. So, you guys got into a college?" asked Michael. Believe it or not, the three tried to get into college. They didn't seem like the type, but people just figured they were going to college to become master thieves or bomb-creators or something like that.
"Yes. Me and Jamal both got our replies yesterday in the mail," said Sid, who was still panting from all of the running.
"And what did it say?" asked Michael. He was still waiting his response, but he hoped to get it today. He sent in a interview for the same college as his two best friends, the Liberty City University, so they can kick some ass together for four more years.
"I got in yo. I was actually kinda surprised, but I did it. And this dumbass next to me also got in, which really made me wonder," started Jamal, followed by a loud thud as Sid pushed him down to the floor.
"Just joking!" said Jamal quickly, to make sure Sid wouldn't hit him again.
"Ok, so did you get in Michael? I hope you did, that would kick ass," asked Sid.
"I didn't get my response yet." Michael's last class started, and all he can think about was his response. He knew he would get it today, because the college sends out their responses the same day.
After forty-five long, boring minutes of an old man teaching math, the bell rang, and it was music to Michael's ears. He got his books in his bag, and ran outside. He ran to the subway at the speed of light, just a few blocks away. He waited on line impatiently, got his ticket, and ran into the subway to Shoreside Vale, which was where him and pretty much everyone else lived.
After what seemed an eternity, the subway started to stop, and Michael ran out, back to the streets. He started running, not even noticing the people he ran into on the way. After a few blocks, he saw his home. 24 Sqith Street. He walked up the driveway, panting a lot from all of the running, and slowly opened his mailbox. He took out the mail, and walked inside. He started looking through the mail.
"Junk mail, junk mail, junk mail, birthday card…here it is! The response from the Liberty City University!" said Michael to himself. He knew he was talking to himself but he didn't mind. He was just so excited.
He opened It very carefully, and took out the big letter. He read it aloud.
Dear Michael Malorito,
We have recently received an interview tape from you. After much consideration, we decided on if we should pick you or not.
We would like to inform you that we think our decision is an honest decision, and will not be changed for any reason.
Now, we regret to inform you, but you were not accepted into the Liberty City University. We are sorry, and wish you luck to find another college.
-Liberty City University
Michael just stood still, with a giant frown on his face. He was miserable. He knew he wouldn't be able to get a good job, he wouldn't be able to kick ass with his friends, and no other college would take him if Liberty City wouldn't. He just stood there, and then he let out a giant yell.
Michael constantly moped, until the end of the school year, which was about a month later. He decided that moping wouldn't do anything at all, so he decided to forget about it. "What the fuck am I going to do with my life?" he thought to himself, as he was walking down the sidewalk. He didn't take the subway today, because he just wanted some time walking, and thinking.
"Maybe I will become a janitor…or a plumber," he thought to himself some more. He was so upset, and he was sure he would be a failure in life. But something changed his life.
He was still in Portland, because that is where his school was, and there was a giant shooting. He heard many gunblasts, and started to run. He was near the bridge to Staunton, and he knew there wasn't as much crime there, so he started to run faster. Just then, as he passed a small building, and was right next to a crack between two buildings. A small man in a black suit, sunglasses, and a small suitcase ran up to him, and brought him in between the buildings.
"Who the hell are you?" Michael asked the man.
"I'm Tony, a part of the Mafia in Liberty City. Now shut the fuck up before any Triads find us," said the man.
"The Mafia?" thought Michael. He totally forgot about them, but…no. He convinced himself that he was too weak to be in the Mafia.
Just then, Tony clamped his hand over Michael's mouth, to make sure he wouldn't talk, and a big black man in a bandana and a green jacket walked by with a big machine gun. He didn't bother looking in the small crack, luckily, and just walked past the building.
"Good, now follow me," said Tony. Michael wondered why Tony wanted him, but he didn't say anything and just followed him. After walking a few blocks, the two ended up at the most famous strip club in Liberty City; the Sex Club Seven. Another man in the Mafia, Luigi, owned it.
"Why are we here?" asked Michael.
"Shut up kid. I'll do all of the talking," replied Tony.
The two of them walked inside, and Michaels ears started to hurt. The music was terribly loud. As he covered his ears, he started to look around at the women and started to enjoy it. He was never in a strip-club before.
"Stop fantasizing kid. We have to go upstairs to the business room," said Tony, knowing that Michael was being enjoyed.
They walked past all of the drunk perverts to the stairs, and started walking up. There was a single door, and Tony took out a key and unlocked it. Tony walked in, followed by Michael.
Michael was greeted with about twenty people that looked similar to Tony with machine guns pointing at his head. He immediately realized that the Mafia was having a meeting here. He started to shake. He was doomed.
Michaels crime life all started when he turned eighteen. He was walking out of his classroom in the Liberty City High School, with his friends Jamal and Sid. The three of them were probably the toughest kids in the school, since they were seniors. They were always flicking people off and beating people up. Michael walked out of his history class and bumped into a small kid with red hair and glasses.
"Oh, sorry Mikey. Hehe," said the weak kid with red hair. He was in the same grade as Michael.
"Don't call me Mikey you shithead!" and Michael held the red head by the hands, and Jamal and Sid took turns punching him.
"Hey, hey you three! Stop that!" called the principle, who was down the hall. The principle started to run toward Michael, but he let go of the read head and him and his two friends ran away.
"Is he gone?" asked Sid.
"Ya, I think he is," replied Jamal.
"That bastard always ruins our fun. So, you guys got into a college?" asked Michael. Believe it or not, the three tried to get into college. They didn't seem like the type, but people just figured they were going to college to become master thieves or bomb-creators or something like that.
"Yes. Me and Jamal both got our replies yesterday in the mail," said Sid, who was still panting from all of the running.
"And what did it say?" asked Michael. He was still waiting his response, but he hoped to get it today. He sent in a interview for the same college as his two best friends, the Liberty City University, so they can kick some ass together for four more years.
"I got in yo. I was actually kinda surprised, but I did it. And this dumbass next to me also got in, which really made me wonder," started Jamal, followed by a loud thud as Sid pushed him down to the floor.
"Just joking!" said Jamal quickly, to make sure Sid wouldn't hit him again.
"Ok, so did you get in Michael? I hope you did, that would kick ass," asked Sid.
"I didn't get my response yet." Michael's last class started, and all he can think about was his response. He knew he would get it today, because the college sends out their responses the same day.
After forty-five long, boring minutes of an old man teaching math, the bell rang, and it was music to Michael's ears. He got his books in his bag, and ran outside. He ran to the subway at the speed of light, just a few blocks away. He waited on line impatiently, got his ticket, and ran into the subway to Shoreside Vale, which was where him and pretty much everyone else lived.
After what seemed an eternity, the subway started to stop, and Michael ran out, back to the streets. He started running, not even noticing the people he ran into on the way. After a few blocks, he saw his home. 24 Sqith Street. He walked up the driveway, panting a lot from all of the running, and slowly opened his mailbox. He took out the mail, and walked inside. He started looking through the mail.
"Junk mail, junk mail, junk mail, birthday card…here it is! The response from the Liberty City University!" said Michael to himself. He knew he was talking to himself but he didn't mind. He was just so excited.
He opened It very carefully, and took out the big letter. He read it aloud.
Dear Michael Malorito,
We have recently received an interview tape from you. After much consideration, we decided on if we should pick you or not.
We would like to inform you that we think our decision is an honest decision, and will not be changed for any reason.
Now, we regret to inform you, but you were not accepted into the Liberty City University. We are sorry, and wish you luck to find another college.
-Liberty City University
Michael just stood still, with a giant frown on his face. He was miserable. He knew he wouldn't be able to get a good job, he wouldn't be able to kick ass with his friends, and no other college would take him if Liberty City wouldn't. He just stood there, and then he let out a giant yell.
Michael constantly moped, until the end of the school year, which was about a month later. He decided that moping wouldn't do anything at all, so he decided to forget about it. "What the fuck am I going to do with my life?" he thought to himself, as he was walking down the sidewalk. He didn't take the subway today, because he just wanted some time walking, and thinking.
"Maybe I will become a janitor…or a plumber," he thought to himself some more. He was so upset, and he was sure he would be a failure in life. But something changed his life.
He was still in Portland, because that is where his school was, and there was a giant shooting. He heard many gunblasts, and started to run. He was near the bridge to Staunton, and he knew there wasn't as much crime there, so he started to run faster. Just then, as he passed a small building, and was right next to a crack between two buildings. A small man in a black suit, sunglasses, and a small suitcase ran up to him, and brought him in between the buildings.
"Who the hell are you?" Michael asked the man.
"I'm Tony, a part of the Mafia in Liberty City. Now shut the fuck up before any Triads find us," said the man.
"The Mafia?" thought Michael. He totally forgot about them, but…no. He convinced himself that he was too weak to be in the Mafia.
Just then, Tony clamped his hand over Michael's mouth, to make sure he wouldn't talk, and a big black man in a bandana and a green jacket walked by with a big machine gun. He didn't bother looking in the small crack, luckily, and just walked past the building.
"Good, now follow me," said Tony. Michael wondered why Tony wanted him, but he didn't say anything and just followed him. After walking a few blocks, the two ended up at the most famous strip club in Liberty City; the Sex Club Seven. Another man in the Mafia, Luigi, owned it.
"Why are we here?" asked Michael.
"Shut up kid. I'll do all of the talking," replied Tony.
The two of them walked inside, and Michaels ears started to hurt. The music was terribly loud. As he covered his ears, he started to look around at the women and started to enjoy it. He was never in a strip-club before.
"Stop fantasizing kid. We have to go upstairs to the business room," said Tony, knowing that Michael was being enjoyed.
They walked past all of the drunk perverts to the stairs, and started walking up. There was a single door, and Tony took out a key and unlocked it. Tony walked in, followed by Michael.
Michael was greeted with about twenty people that looked similar to Tony with machine guns pointing at his head. He immediately realized that the Mafia was having a meeting here. He started to shake. He was doomed.