[Chapter Two] -- Old Glory
Pud was born in Chicago, but when his father had found work else ware, his family had to move along with him to Richmond, Virginia. Tech businesses were literally 'springing' up everywhere, and for Pud this was a great time to fine-tune his computer and phone skills… His real name was Richard Andrade, his name 'officially' changed to Pud during a morning on his Freshman year of high school when some kids made fun of a heavy-metal band's shirt he was wearing… Calling him "Pud" wherever he went. It stuck with him, even went to his online handle. Him, being a socially deprived kid with extensive 'free time'and math skills first got a taste of hacking when he was still in Middle School. Foreign language was never strong for him, science and math were the only two classes he looked forward to during the day. Everything else seemed 'unneccissary' or 'unimportant' to him. Being a Junior in highschool was actually an extremely easy feat for him, he had extremly well god grades (although an exception on foreign lang....yet no friends left him depressed and morally pressed down. Because of this he was flung into the world of technology and drugs. How he got money was simple: drug dealing. Not yet being an addict at the moment was saving his life, still, he was dying on his own terms.
His parents knew nothing of his life, always being locked in his room gave hints to them to 'stay away.' Posters of heavy metal bands, marijuana plants, and StarWars plagued his walls, and 'sticky-notes' with code penciled flogged his desktop. In his mind he was "self-sufficiant." Yet to his parents it was "just another phase." Pud's time of sickness to the family, was now - present in all his day-to-day activites. Richard Andrade was learning, gaining knowledge, spreading, dying.
When he was 16 years old a massive 'twist' took place in his life. One day after class he lit up a fag on his way home to school. He usually had stopped at an abandoned shed and stayed there until he had finished, but today he felt a bit down and didn't really care. He lit one up and walked home his normal route. Some of his school mates saw him and rushed over. They pulled out an amount of cash so they too, could buy a few ounces - for Richard was carrying alot, but for himself. He thought "What the hell, I'll make up for it later." And pulled out a ziplock bag packed full of marijuana. It took him about 10 minutes to literally rip-off three of his mates into buying double price.
Meanwhile Jacob Camby was taking his usual car route. Today, for him, seemed the same as any other day. Except today was odd, maybe he was just feeling sick? He had gotten no arrests under his belt the whole weekend, and was wondering if he was just getting old or if he was really lacking the skill as a few of the new recruits. Pulling onto Lawnwood Drive he saw a bunch of teenage kids with thick black winter jackets and handkerchiefs tied around there head. There was one particular he saw facing the two other kids and recognised him as a boy he usually saw every now and then walking down the same street. He stopped about a block back and watched to see what they were up to. He was feeling a bit suspicious, and plus, he needed the excitment.
"Come on man, where's the fucking bag gone to now. Fucking hey! Mike get that out of your jacket 'fore you get yourself shot."
"Fuck you man, I'm only playin'. Damn, a man can't take a joke nodays eh?"
"What? Gimmie it back, this is buisness...I doubt Pud likes this. Right Pud?"
"Yeah, common' guys enough playing, either you buy some or not. Wasting my time with you fools wasn't at the top of my 'to-do' list for this weekend."
"I hear you, so how heavy?"
"Four ounces man, and not a flake less."
"Fuck man I'm dying here, how much you want for it Pud?"
"If you have to ask, you can't afford it Aaron."
"Shit,...I'll pay what I want when I want. How much?"
"Ok, ok, how about...oh fuck..."
Sirens shoot out from Jacob's police vehicle soon as he see's one of them take notice to him camping a block away. His foot jams on the gas, and his wheels skid for a fraction of a second before he's going 40 miles per hour and calling for back up. All three boys started running to the nearest house, jumping over their metal fence and running with hell behind them. Mike broke through a window and ran through the house while Pud and Aaron ran through the backyard. They all meet running with each other in the backyard and jumped the back fence. They got about three blocks until a second police car screeched to a halt infront of them; where everything froze for a brief eternity then started at full pace once again, all three of them running the four-minute mile.
While running they decided to split up, so if one got caught, the other two wouldn't. This idea, however, was cut short when three police cars arrived on the scene, surrounding them in a matter of seconds. With them nowhere to turn, they put their backs to each other and huddled close to each other in the middle of the unknown area they had torridly run into. Mike, in his high self esteem, decided to make a break for it once again, and ran toward a cavity between two police cars while pulling out a switch-blade, just incase. The police raised up with their pistols high, ...but he took no heed, and kept on charging, knowing he would make it and be free.
-- [Prt. II]
Front Page News: "Mike Blanchard - A Death In The Family"
Michael Blanchard, a 17 year old student at Winston AP Highschool died the other day while running from a drug violation. In the past six years, only four high school students in Heven's City have been caught dealing or using marijuana, but this year sets a new record: Michael Blanchard will be the first one dead because of it. As a local citizen of this city might know, being caught with illegal drug use in Heven's City has very strict consequences. The first offense of carrying marijuana is 3 months with community service; the second offense is 1 year, and the thrid offense means up to 3 years, community service, and a bad reputation here at Heven's.
Mike was buying some marijuana last Friday evening when a police vehicle spotted his 'crowd of dealing' and he ran. After a tense, yet brief, chase, all of the offenders were surrounded, and all cooperated properly - except for Mike Blanchard. Eye witness, and police-squad leader told 'News 9' that he pulled out a "pretty damn large switch-knife and started to run inbetween two parked police cars." Thats when Officer Hocas fired the first shot... Continued on page: E-6
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"It's all my fault... I never should have gotten into drugs..." Sighed Pud aloud; along with Aaron and two other teens who looked as if they were 12 years old. They had been tried and convicted, and Pud was to spend a month in 'juvi', with additional community service - while Aaron had three months and community service. Pud's lawyer was good, convincing the judge that he had not intended to sell anything; and should therefor be commited to a lesser sentence. One month in the confined juvinile hall... one month of hell.
Pud was born in Chicago, but when his father had found work else ware, his family had to move along with him to Richmond, Virginia. Tech businesses were literally 'springing' up everywhere, and for Pud this was a great time to fine-tune his computer and phone skills… His real name was Richard Andrade, his name 'officially' changed to Pud during a morning on his Freshman year of high school when some kids made fun of a heavy-metal band's shirt he was wearing… Calling him "Pud" wherever he went. It stuck with him, even went to his online handle. Him, being a socially deprived kid with extensive 'free time'and math skills first got a taste of hacking when he was still in Middle School. Foreign language was never strong for him, science and math were the only two classes he looked forward to during the day. Everything else seemed 'unneccissary' or 'unimportant' to him. Being a Junior in highschool was actually an extremely easy feat for him, he had extremly well god grades (although an exception on foreign lang....yet no friends left him depressed and morally pressed down. Because of this he was flung into the world of technology and drugs. How he got money was simple: drug dealing. Not yet being an addict at the moment was saving his life, still, he was dying on his own terms.
His parents knew nothing of his life, always being locked in his room gave hints to them to 'stay away.' Posters of heavy metal bands, marijuana plants, and StarWars plagued his walls, and 'sticky-notes' with code penciled flogged his desktop. In his mind he was "self-sufficiant." Yet to his parents it was "just another phase." Pud's time of sickness to the family, was now - present in all his day-to-day activites. Richard Andrade was learning, gaining knowledge, spreading, dying.
When he was 16 years old a massive 'twist' took place in his life. One day after class he lit up a fag on his way home to school. He usually had stopped at an abandoned shed and stayed there until he had finished, but today he felt a bit down and didn't really care. He lit one up and walked home his normal route. Some of his school mates saw him and rushed over. They pulled out an amount of cash so they too, could buy a few ounces - for Richard was carrying alot, but for himself. He thought "What the hell, I'll make up for it later." And pulled out a ziplock bag packed full of marijuana. It took him about 10 minutes to literally rip-off three of his mates into buying double price.
Meanwhile Jacob Camby was taking his usual car route. Today, for him, seemed the same as any other day. Except today was odd, maybe he was just feeling sick? He had gotten no arrests under his belt the whole weekend, and was wondering if he was just getting old or if he was really lacking the skill as a few of the new recruits. Pulling onto Lawnwood Drive he saw a bunch of teenage kids with thick black winter jackets and handkerchiefs tied around there head. There was one particular he saw facing the two other kids and recognised him as a boy he usually saw every now and then walking down the same street. He stopped about a block back and watched to see what they were up to. He was feeling a bit suspicious, and plus, he needed the excitment.
"Come on man, where's the fucking bag gone to now. Fucking hey! Mike get that out of your jacket 'fore you get yourself shot."
"Fuck you man, I'm only playin'. Damn, a man can't take a joke nodays eh?"
"What? Gimmie it back, this is buisness...I doubt Pud likes this. Right Pud?"
"Yeah, common' guys enough playing, either you buy some or not. Wasting my time with you fools wasn't at the top of my 'to-do' list for this weekend."
"I hear you, so how heavy?"
"Four ounces man, and not a flake less."
"Fuck man I'm dying here, how much you want for it Pud?"
"If you have to ask, you can't afford it Aaron."
"Shit,...I'll pay what I want when I want. How much?"
"Ok, ok, how about...oh fuck..."
Sirens shoot out from Jacob's police vehicle soon as he see's one of them take notice to him camping a block away. His foot jams on the gas, and his wheels skid for a fraction of a second before he's going 40 miles per hour and calling for back up. All three boys started running to the nearest house, jumping over their metal fence and running with hell behind them. Mike broke through a window and ran through the house while Pud and Aaron ran through the backyard. They all meet running with each other in the backyard and jumped the back fence. They got about three blocks until a second police car screeched to a halt infront of them; where everything froze for a brief eternity then started at full pace once again, all three of them running the four-minute mile.
While running they decided to split up, so if one got caught, the other two wouldn't. This idea, however, was cut short when three police cars arrived on the scene, surrounding them in a matter of seconds. With them nowhere to turn, they put their backs to each other and huddled close to each other in the middle of the unknown area they had torridly run into. Mike, in his high self esteem, decided to make a break for it once again, and ran toward a cavity between two police cars while pulling out a switch-blade, just incase. The police raised up with their pistols high, ...but he took no heed, and kept on charging, knowing he would make it and be free.
-- [Prt. II]
Front Page News: "Mike Blanchard - A Death In The Family"
Michael Blanchard, a 17 year old student at Winston AP Highschool died the other day while running from a drug violation. In the past six years, only four high school students in Heven's City have been caught dealing or using marijuana, but this year sets a new record: Michael Blanchard will be the first one dead because of it. As a local citizen of this city might know, being caught with illegal drug use in Heven's City has very strict consequences. The first offense of carrying marijuana is 3 months with community service; the second offense is 1 year, and the thrid offense means up to 3 years, community service, and a bad reputation here at Heven's.
Mike was buying some marijuana last Friday evening when a police vehicle spotted his 'crowd of dealing' and he ran. After a tense, yet brief, chase, all of the offenders were surrounded, and all cooperated properly - except for Mike Blanchard. Eye witness, and police-squad leader told 'News 9' that he pulled out a "pretty damn large switch-knife and started to run inbetween two parked police cars." Thats when Officer Hocas fired the first shot... Continued on page: E-6
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"It's all my fault... I never should have gotten into drugs..." Sighed Pud aloud; along with Aaron and two other teens who looked as if they were 12 years old. They had been tried and convicted, and Pud was to spend a month in 'juvi', with additional community service - while Aaron had three months and community service. Pud's lawyer was good, convincing the judge that he had not intended to sell anything; and should therefor be commited to a lesser sentence. One month in the confined juvinile hall... one month of hell.