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Ah so now where did we leave off? Oh yeah, this is where I turn to the wild side! Things start to get chaotic. Heh love that word, chaotic. The next week was one of pure hell. I did a lot of stupid things, some of which involve, drugs, vandalism, gangs, and a monkey. But more about that later.

Anyway after I yelled at everyone and stormed I was so mad and all I wanted to do was get them mad, frustrated, and aggravated beyond belief and trust me I succeeded. I found myself in the garage ready to take off when I noticed all of the bikes perfectly lined up and sparking clean. I knew that Tanya was the mechanic and it would drive her nuts if I screwed everything up. But more to the point, it would really get on Canard's nerves and that's exactly what I was aiming for. So I kicked the bikes and watched them fall to the floor like dominoes. Than I grabbed the oil, which also pretty smart since it costs so much and I'd be wasting it, and poured it all over the bikes. But that wasn't enough that was too easy to clean. And than I remembered, we had cement. Normal teenagers wouldn't have cement in their garages unless their parents were masons or something, but than again at the time I had established that I was not a normal teenager. So I took the cement and plastered it all over the bikes. But that still wasn't enough, I was still so mad.

And that's the problem with anger. When you don't tell your problems, they add up and than all at once you explode and do things that you wouldn't normally do. That's one of the things I have learned out of all of this. Never do anything in anger, take a deep breath and clue into reality and see exactly what you're doing and the damage you're creating. So anyway I saw the migrator standing so proud. It was a symbol of the Mighty Ducks. It represented us; our clean car that protected and saved so many. So I decided to install a few of my own adjustments. I grabbed some glue and poured it on the seats, took the cement and put it all over the handles so you could no longer open the doors, and than took all the mud I could find from outside, put it in a huge bucket and than inundated the car with mud. I was pleased for the moment, until I heard someone coming for me. I froze and realized what I had done. Another key tip, never do something out of fear either. I bolted out of that garage so fast you'd never even known I was there. Anyway I ran and ran and ran with absolute no intention of going back. I was too scared too now. Before it had been about pride and anger but how quickly the tides had turned. Now it was about humiliation and fear, and those were truly my worst nightmares.

Remember like I said I'm a distance runner, but I also have a very good pace. I can go at a very nice speed for a considerable time, but with my adrenaline going like it was that day I must of broken a world record. I ran into the Comic Store to find it being packaged up. The sign outside read, "Under New Management."

"Hey what's the deal", I asked.

"Dive there you are", said Thrash, "We thought we wouldn't get to say goodbye to you."

"Yeah man we got something to tell you", said Mookie, "We're moving."

"What", I exclaimed.

"Yeah we got into college man", said Thrash. "She got into Yale, and I got into Harvard. Sorry dude."

Now first you're probably flipping over the fact that those two idiots got into some of the best schools in America. See everyone thinks that they're stupid, and nobody's home upstairs but the truth is, their geniuses. They comprehend things at an incredible pace and absorb everything in short amounts of time. So you can see where studying isn't a huge thing for them. All they have to do is read over the chapters on the way to school and badda bing badda boom they have nothing to worry about, they've aced the test.

But enough about them and their intelligence, back to me. I was so upset when I heard that they were going to college because that meant they were passing me by and leaving me. They were growing up and leaving me as a kid. When I returned to Puck World what did my future hold? They were going to do something with their lives and be successful, where I was going to get injured and never be able to play hockey or fight a battle again and therefore as an adult never get paid. I didn't want to end up like that high-pitched kid going through puberty at the Burger King. I wanted to have a good job too!

Now Wing is nine years older than me, which means he's twenty-five. What most people don't know is that he's an architect, which means he has money and will be able to support himself when he moves back home, if we ever get there that is. And since we're inseparable he'll be able to support for me too. But that's not the problem, you see I want to be able to support for myself. I want to be able to impress people with whatever I do, like Wing. Plus I want to be able to do something with my life, and the fact that I was missing out on it's opportunity really hit me hard. And than to completely destroy everything, I heard Duke's voice calling out for me, and some for foot steps. So as you can imagine I sprinted out as quick as I could.

I ran into different stores and out of them, back and forth and through everything I could go through. Than I bumped into a group of teenagers my age.

And that's when I met Harley and his posse.

Harley Fitzpatrick was anything from stupid. The man was genius. However he cut school and beat up kids for their lunch money. He was a smarty all right, but he didn't use his brains for school, he used them for other things. He was a senior a few years older than me so when we bumped into each other, I didn't take him as much as a threat despite his cold appearance. He was wearing a leather jacket with black jeans and black boots. He wore a tight black shirt that showed his muscles and strength. His long hair was combed back and covered in gel. His breath smelled of cigarettes one of which he was holding in one hand, and of beer, which was held in the other hand. He stood around six feet without the boots. Man he had a real tuff and tough looking appearance.

All of his group members dressed very similar to him. He had two huge guys with jackets standing up around him called Darry and Adam. Those were the bashers, the ones that do the dirty work and who also protect him. Than a person smaller than Harley who was lean and shifty was his thief, and cheater in gambles called Wesley. He had a quick hand and could handle himself calmly in intense situations. And than there were three other guys that were just there for the joy ride who went by, Smokey, Thrasher, and Bombay. And than there was Popper. Popper was the communication guy. He spoke for Harley in gangs, because the leaders were too good to talk, and he whispered to Harley important information from the group whenever he was having a discussion. But seriously name your kid Popper and what do you expect?

He and his "friends" were leaning against a wall smoking and drinking, with a backpack. Let me tell you something about guys like this; they don't have backpacks. They cut school, and haven't even met half of their teachers, I doubt if they even have any of the text books, I'm not one to talk but I'm just saying that's all. It's also a reason why I was so easy to relate to them, but that'll come up later. So you might be asking why would these guys have a backpack? If you were street smart than you'd know that the contents contained spray paint, aerosol, money, needles, guns, switchblades, and drugs. I'd bet and won my bet that inside that very backpack it had all of those things to a large variety.

So as you can imagine running into a gang is never something you want to do, but I was so much in a hurry I was too stupid to realize my surroundings.

"Hey kiddo", said Harley briskly, "Whatch it ey?"

Darry and Adam stood forward ready to pound me.

"Hey sorry man", I said out of breath still not in tune with their reputation, "Didn't mean to bump into you like that. My fault."

Now this impressed them even though I didn't mean too. The fact that I wasn't scared of them, yet respected them, apologized and admitted I was wrong and not out of fear but out of morality impressed them a lot, but of course they wouldn't show it. They'd test me first.

"You out of breath kid", said Harley, "How come?"

"Being chased."

This interested them, because whenever they were being chased it was because they had stole something or ruined something. So as you can see this impressed them.

"Yeah, why", asked Harley.

"I pulled a few pranks, and I'm too young to die."

Now this is what got me in, and I really wished I didn't get in. I had just showed them that I wasn't a good kid, and that I had a sense of humor. This enlightened them and they took it upon themselves to ruin my life.

"Hey you okay", said Harley, "Come here. Anybody mess with you, we'll mess with them."

"Gee thanks", I said happily, "But I think I out ran 'em."

"Fast runner 'ey", said Harley, "You in good shape."

"Play hockey" I pouted.

"You play a tough sport", said Harley.

"Yeah", I said.

"Good", said Harley.

Now at first I found it odd that no one else was talking, but now I know that no one else speaks or interferes unless they have vital information to contribute to the conversation, and even then they only whisper it to Harley the leader, they don't come out and say it. See now that's Popper's job. Anyway I got used to that.

Popper went up to Harley and whispered something in his ear and than stepped back.

"So I heard about the party you threw", said Harley.

"Yeah", I said, "Got in huge trouble for that, still paying for it."

"What you talkin about", asked Harley, "How you get in trouble?"

"Got hit some, and thrown in a closet", I said somewhat embarrassed.

"Who did that", asked Harley who was now upset.

"My bro", I replied, "It's his job, he takes care of me."

"Someone takes care of you", said Harley almost not believing what he was hearing.

"Well yeah, doesn't someone take care of you guys?"

"If someone took care of us, that meant we would have to follow their rules, and well we ain't a doin that. Sure we a got families and what not but that don't mean nothin. We don't a listen to them because we don't feel like it ya understand? We do what we want, and we don't let nobody push us around."

"Sounds like a sweet deal."

"It is. I'm a gonna have to show you what it a like bein free. You don't have to come home at night, and you don't a gotta do nottin you don't want to. You can get drunk, have sex, fool around some and than go screw everything but it don't matter because no one is going to tell you otherwise."

"Sounds good to me."

But the truth was I didn't want to insult them, not because I was scared of them, but I wasn't, but I should have been, but because I didn't want to be rude. Remember where I said I hate hurting people's feelings, and I want everyone to like me, well I have a real hard time saying no. And since I didn't say no, I humored him.

We as the group started walking around the mall going into various stores looking at various things. It hadn't occurred to me at the time that people were dodging out of our way and avoiding us as much as possible. We all walked together Harley talking to me in the front, Darry and Dam behind us, Wesley to the side, and the other three placed in other spots.

"Hey nice talkin to you duck", said Harley.

"Oh, it's Nosedive, but you can call me Dive."

"I'll call you whatever I feel like."

See you don't tell people like Harley what they can or cannot do. It's just something you don't do, and I should have known from right then and there that I should have left and gone home.

"Um okay", I said.

"I don't like Dive", said Harley.

"Um, well I'm outta names", I said.

Harley chuckled, but than told me that I don't speak unless I was spoken to. And that's when I was in the group.

"I'll call ya Die."

"Say wha", I said.

Darry hit from the back.

"Die man you don't talk without being talked to", said Harley, "But I don't like Die, I just got sick of it. Let's try D-man."

I swear this guy must have really been off that day, but I wasn't one to agree. I wasn't the one who had seven foot guys hovering over me.

"Aight", said Harley, "I'm hungry. Wesley go get some money."

"Harley", I said, "Don't we have money?"

That earned me a black and blue on my arm from Darry.

"Yeah", said Harley, "But we don't pay with our money. Anyway we need to earn some quick cash to pay off Jenkins to not rat on us. Any ideas?"

"Can I speak now", I asked.

"Yes", replied Harley.

"Okay well you got some paper?"

"Yeah".

"A pen or pencil?"

"Sure, Smokey get 'em those things."

Smokey ran into a drug store and quickly returned with those items.

"Okay that's all I need", I said.

I stood up on a bench and called out to everyone, "Caricatures of people! Come and see yourself as a cartoon! Or get yourself drawn as a portrait! Reasonable pricing!"

I sat down and waited. Soon two teenagers came by.

"Hey", said the teenager, "I have an art assignment due, and I'm supposed to draw myself. Care to help out?"

"Sure sit down and I'll do it for you", I said.

Harley dashed out and in a minute he returned with hundreds of kids who didn't want to do their art projects. They all waited around me intensely waiting to see if I was any good. Now I'm not good in many things like Wing and Canard, but there is one thing that I'm better than everyone else in, and there's one thing that I can always tell myself for confidence that I'm good in, and that's art. As a kid I was real small, okay I'm still real small, but I'm least I'm only a little smaller than average.

When I was like six or something, I was really really small. Wing was always carrying me around because he was too scared of stepping on me. Well you know how big he is, it was reasonable. Anyway I admired him a whole lot so wherever he went I went easily. I didn't get upset when he wanted to go to parties even when I wanted to stay home and watch the end of a cartoon. I went anyway because I adored him and looked up to him, okay I guess I still do huh? But as a kid, I don't know it was just different. He was the coolest thing in the world, okay not much has changed to me he still is so cool. But that's beside the point. When he was dragging me everywhere as a little kid I couldn't participate much because I was so small. So I started to draw everything that I would see. Soon enough I was drawing everything I saw.

So Wing being the best big bro ever, got me some drawing books and explained what everything meant and how to draw stuff like that. He even got his art teacher to spend a few days with me after school and teach me art. Well I got real good real fast, and I couldn't stop drawing. Even when I got older and better at hockey and was able to finally play, I still kept drawing. It was something that I always cherished because it was something Wing couldn't do. He had so many of "his things". Like hockey, babysitting, parties, girls, shop class, his job, everything! He did all this cool stuff that I couldn't do, and it annoyed me because I felt I was never going to be as cool as him. But there was always one thing that he could never do and that was art and so I cherished it and perfected it.

I love to draw and paint. Everything that's artsy I love! Everything in art is a lot of fun, but my absolute favorite is cartooning. I love cartoons! And let me tell you it's a lot harder than it looks. Especially comic book style. That is real hard despite what anyone thinks, I'd like to see you try and draw those characters in the comics, they're hard! So don't tell me that I picked an easy category because I sure as hell didn't. Everything in art is real hard and complicated if you don't know what you're doing and so I hate it when people tell me, "Oh try something harder than that, you can do something much better if you apply yourself". I do apply myself but I just love cartooning. It's so much fun! But anyway I was caricatures. Those are a lot fun too.

Back on Puck World when I was around fourteen I needed some cash and Wing was having problems paying the bills because mom and dad were having money problems. They would always send in their checks to support us, but they were having a lot of issues. Something happened, and they didn't have any insurance so Wing had to get a better job to support our whole family. So if I wanted money I would have to get it on my own.

And this is where art and Harley come in. I decided to draw people, and since it worked back than I figured it would work now, and it did! It was pretty lucky that all those kids needed their art projects done and were willing to pay. And the long that had been formed made our business look real good. Soon enough I had my own easel to work on. And soon enough problems arose.

"The teacher is going to know that something is up when we all have the same perfection", cried one kid.

"Yeah", said others angrily.

But lucky for me and Harley I had an idea. I started apply different shading techniques, and used different types of styles for drawing. I used cartooning, comic book style, realistic, shading, textures, paints, everything I could think of I used. And it worked, not only for them but for us too because we charged extra for the different types applied.

At the end of the day we had made 998.99 dollars. Pretty good huh? Too bad I didn't get to see any of it. But that was okay at the time because I got my right to speak to Harley whenever I felt like it. I had unofficially been promoted. But of course with a promotion comes new responsibilities, and one of mine was my attire. I could no longer wear teal, with white and gray. So we went to the mall and got me a pair of black pants and black shirts. I also got some mouse and put my hair back like everyone else in the group.

"Well now you're definitely one of us", said Harley admiring his work on the new me. "Welcome to the gang".

That's when it finally hit me, they were a gang! It was like I knew the whole time but didn't want to face it. And to make things worse I was a gangster now, and again I really didn't want to hurt their feelings.

Oh yeah forgot to tell you guys, I got a monkey! One of the kids couldn't pay me with cash so he gave me one of monkeys he had. Apparently the male monkey and the female monkey decided to get together and well they had baby monkeys, I got one! Anyway I had to make a decision about home.

See now comes the end of the day and I was real nervous on what I was going to do. All I had done was tell Wing that I was at Thrash and Mookie's. By now he would have realized that I had destroyed the garage on my rampage. I didn't feel like bailing, but I really didn't feel like staying with them. They were well gangsters and were absolutely pessimists. I'm an optimist, Wing's a realist, my parents were idealists, when put together we had a very good combination. But pessimists never really go. Pessimists don't ever have any fun; they're always looking at the negative. Boy I wasn't having fun at all!

But there was no way in hell I was going back home, so I stayed with the group. And then hell on Earth was displayed before my eyes. It began.

They brought me to a party where to get in you had to drink beer. They all did, and I not wanting to look like an idiot did it as well. Once we got inside I found many drunken people lying on the floor with a glossy look in their eyes. Many people shooting themselves with heroine, and others making- out so wildly I expected any minute for one of them to just pass out from lack of air.

We took a corner in the back and counted the profits one last time. They still couldn't believe how much they had in front of them. I thought that they would stop stealing now that they had all of the cash and they'd just act like regular people but boy was I wrong! They bought drugs with the money! All of the money they spent on drugs! Can you believe it?

"Whoa you guys are potheads" I asked.

That received me a huge slap across the back from Darry.

"Look", said Harley, "We use a bit of it, but mostly sell it to idiots for more than it's worth and make a profit. Understand?"

"Yeah", I replied.

"Here", said Harley offering me the drugs.

"Um", I said, "I'm not in the mood right now."

This time I wasn't afraid of hurting their feelings, I was just plain out afraid. This was no poser gang, this was real, all of it and now I was a part of it. However you can't be part of it if you don't do drugs. So my answer didn't satisfy them. Of course they wouldn't kick me out, that's not the way it works, they'd just beat me up instead. So I quickly added on to my response.

"Can I have a beer instead", I said, "Feel like getting drunk."

"Oh okay", said Harley, now reassured.

Man let me tell you, never drink to get drunk. You get such a hangover it's not even funny. I woke up around two still drunk, and found myself being pushed by the group members to get out of the place because the cops were coming. I vaguely remember this, all I do recall is sirens and flashing lights. Someway we got out of there, but not before Klegghorn catching me. As you can imagine this didn't go over well when he told Wing, but that's later in the story. So to begin with I was in huge trouble from the garage incident, running away from Duke, not coming home, and than Klegghorn.

Can you can say whatever you want about Klegghorn but deep down he's a good person and an excellent cop. At the time I didn't see him as a good person, but as a snitch. But again that's later in the story.

I was now at the playground with my new "friends", and remember we're all drunk.

So somehow we ended up destroying the place with spray cans. They told me to draw a lot of things, which I did. Of course none of it came out right, but at the time it looked like it had. I look back at it now and I don't think I could have drawn a stick figure right. Anyway after we got sick of that, we did a little bit of drag racing, and than pretty much collapsed at the park. Not the playground, but the park. I don't remember much of that night or else I would go into it with details. But don't worry there's a lot more of that, that will be mentioned in detail because it happened again only that I wasn't drunk. Speaking of which let's get back to the topic.

We all woke up with headaches but nothing like mine. They knew that they were going to get hangovers, I didn't. Every stupid bird chirped sent me in a dizzy spell. Finally though it wore off and we were back on the road again.

We met up with another gang that had apparently getting in on Harley's turf. I thought it was very animal like for the two gangs to have territory and be so, so, so. well territorial but they were. The fight didn't last long, since most of their men were jailed after the cops came and got them last night. But there was still a fight. We all ended up with cut skin, and black and bruises. However everyone saw how well I could fight, since I was practically in battle with Draganous every day. That impressed Harley more and so I soon realized I was never getting out of this gang.

At the time I was scared, very scared. In the last few hours I had done things that I had never done in my life before. I got drunk, ran from the police, vandalized a kid's hangout, and fought in a rumble.

This wasn't me wanting some attention, and some social interaction anymore. I wanted to go home because I was real scared. I didn't know what was going to happen to me if I stayed with this group, the future looked grim if I stuck with this path. I wanted to go home, and see Wing. I wanted him to embrace me in a huge hug and tell me everything was going to be okay and not to worry, like when I was a kid. But than again I didn't want to go home to everyone else. I got sick again after getting so upset. No one cared, or even thought anything of it.

I just wanted to go home, and not to The Pond, but to my home on Puck World. With me and Wing. I wanted this nightmare to end. I didn't want to go back to Mallory and Canard and all of them, heck I couldn't go back! I didn't want to stay here either with the gangsters. I was stuck. But I knew that if I stayed with the gangsters things would only worsen.



Sometimes I hate being right. But I couldn't go back, I just couldn't.











A/N: It's only started! A lot more chaos coming in the next chapter! That's when things will really begin to heat up.



In about a week when I return expect a huge update. I will definitely add chapters in the following stories:

Dangerous Dieting Everything Alone Harsh Reality Not Over Yet Sequel Mini Duck 2 (The Sequel) Loss of Sight, Loss of Life Sequel- Two Chapters already

(Most of the previous have already been wrote, but just need some editing)

And expect a few more stories!

Also here a few stories that you guys tell me if you want done right away. I'll most definitely write them, but not right away unless you guys say differently.

Too Much Energy Double Take Sequel Always and Forever Brotherly Love

Thanks everyone! Bye!!!