Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC. Sorry
CYCLE 11: NICO
I rolled the dice, hoping to roll a six. Little did I know that everything would change after that one swift motion.
Today was the big day. The guys and I were throwing a huge gambling competition. We put all our money down, and whoever came out a winner was going to be rich. I needed that money more than all the other boys here. I was the one who had a reputation to keep up. I was tired of going to Grady's house to take showers because I couldn't pay my water bill. I was tired of asking Mr. Condor if I could take some extra food home from the cafeteria because I couldn't afford to buy food all the time. I was tired of turning down girls' date offers because I couldn't give them what they wanted. I was tired of it all. I couldn't wait to go out gambling. It was my one release, and my one hope that things would change.
The game was simple: roll the die, get a six, you win. I held the dice in my hand, whispering a silent prayer. I needed the money, more than anything at the moment. I stopped a tear from escaping my eyelids. Nico Harris, bad boy, doesn't cry. I rolled the dice, hoping to roll a six. Everyone was whooping and hollering as my dice rolled around and around. Eventually, the die landed on a six, and I couldn't believe my eyes.
"I'M A BILLIONARRE!" I screamed off the top of my lungs. I was too happy to notice the car pulling up behind me, and the paid officials running over to my side.
"Sir, you are under arrest for gambling in a non-government approved tournament." (A/N I don't know if you can get arrested for that, but he's over 18, so I needed something, sorry.) What could he possibly mean? I'm over eighteen. I can gamble. This shouldn't be illegal.
"I don't understand, officer." By now, all the other boys had run away, leaving me to fend for myself.
"You are gambling, and no one approved for you to be gambling here or anything. Sir, that is illegal. We need to take you downtown." The police put handcuffs on my wrist, and sat me gently in the back of the car. The tears escaped now. How did I get here? I'm on TV. People on TV don't get arrested! I got myself into this situation. Stupid, stupid me got myself arrested. I never should have started gambling in the first place. Gambling got me here. Gambling started every problem I had. For once, I hated it. I hated money, I hated competition, I hated gambling! My tears came out in sobs now. Even though I was crying, Nico Harris now has the bad boy reputation down to a T.
I had a little time to write finally! Yeah! I think my English teacher would be proud of this chapter because I used repetition and parallelism to convey my message. haha Well, I really hope you enjoyed it! R&R!
Love, Twipi :D