Chapter 2
The bully entered a nearby 24-7 conveneince store. Despite the fact that he had just robbed Squee of $5, he strolled into the candy aisle and casually began to fill his coat pockets with chocolate bars, bubblegum, Ho-Ho's, and a bag of Funions. The kid then made a beeline for the exit, but one of the clerks saw him and grabbed the kid before he could escape.
"Hey!" the bully yelped. "Leggo of me!"
"You stole some candy, so now we're going to call the police," said the clerk, dragging the kid away.
"Wait!" he yelled. He pulled out the 5 dollar bill and thrust it at the employee. "I can pay! Just don't call the cops! Do you know what they'll DO to a kid like me in Juvenile Hall!?"
The clerk ignored the whining boy's pleas and let the bill fall to the floor as he dragged the kid to the back room. A moment later, Johnny bent over and scooped the bill from the tile floor.
"Perfect," he said. "Just enough for a cherry Brain Freezy!"
Johnny took a cup and held it under the dispenser. He pulled the lever, but the red liquid refused to pour out. He pulled harder, but the freezy remained in the mixer. To make things worse, a big jock in a red and gold letterman jacket was behind him, waiting impatiently for his turn.
"Hey what's the hold up, man?" he taunted. "Little guy like you need some help?"
"No," said Nny. "I got it." He tugged harder, but the drink still wouldn't pour. The jock lost his cool.
"Outta my way, faggot." He pushed Nny aside and yanked at the lever, causing the iced drink to pour into his cup smoothly as soft custard. When the cup was filled, the jock slammed a plastic dome shaped lid on it and waved his drink in Johnny's face. "This is how REAL MEN get something to drink, stick-boy!" Johnny was still sprawled on the sticky floor as the jock went to pay for his freezy.
After paying for that, the big guy got into his car and put his cup into a holder under the dash. As he put the key in the ignition, a soft rustle came from the back seat.
"Hello?" He looked behind him, but he only saw the backseat littered with old term papers branded with huge F's in bold red ink. The jock shrugged and turned the key. When he raised his hand to adjust the rearview mirror, he saw Johnny the Homicidal Maniac crouched in the backseat, clutching a rag in his skinny hand.
"HOLY SHIT!" The jock raised his fist for a punch, but Nny was too quick for him. He pounced on him and covered his face with the rag which had been soaked with chloroform. After several moments of struggling, the big boy finally passed out from the fumes. Johnny pulled out a large knife and was about to slice the bastard's throat, when he heard a familiar voice outside.
"Come on, Tenna! The movie starts in 30 minutes!"
DEVI!
Nny peeked out from the rear window. Devi and her pal, Tenna were walking by the store. Tenna had stopped to lace up her boots.
"This is the last time they're going to show 'Il Postino' in this city again!" whined Devi. "If we miss it, then we'll have to wait forever for another foreign film!"
"Hey, did you bring $5?" asked Tenna.
"Is THAT the new admission?" said Devi. "$5?"
"Yeah."
Devi pulled out her wallet. She only had $2.67.
"Crap! So now what?"
"I'd loan you cash, but I've barely got $5 on me," said Tenna.
Devi turned away sadly. "It's OK. Just....go without me."
She sat on the curb and pulled her knees up to her chin.
Johnny felt helpless as he watched his former friend pine over her missed movie. But wait....
He took the $5 from his pants pocket and crumpled it into a ball. Then he barely rolled down the window and tossed it at Devi.
"What's this?" She picked up the crinkled bill and unfolded it. "Hey! Five bucks! Tenna, I can make it!"
The 2 girls sped off for the movie house. Johnny watched them from the backseat of the car.
"There you go, Devi. Enjoy."
The bully entered a nearby 24-7 conveneince store. Despite the fact that he had just robbed Squee of $5, he strolled into the candy aisle and casually began to fill his coat pockets with chocolate bars, bubblegum, Ho-Ho's, and a bag of Funions. The kid then made a beeline for the exit, but one of the clerks saw him and grabbed the kid before he could escape.
"Hey!" the bully yelped. "Leggo of me!"
"You stole some candy, so now we're going to call the police," said the clerk, dragging the kid away.
"Wait!" he yelled. He pulled out the 5 dollar bill and thrust it at the employee. "I can pay! Just don't call the cops! Do you know what they'll DO to a kid like me in Juvenile Hall!?"
The clerk ignored the whining boy's pleas and let the bill fall to the floor as he dragged the kid to the back room. A moment later, Johnny bent over and scooped the bill from the tile floor.
"Perfect," he said. "Just enough for a cherry Brain Freezy!"
Johnny took a cup and held it under the dispenser. He pulled the lever, but the red liquid refused to pour out. He pulled harder, but the freezy remained in the mixer. To make things worse, a big jock in a red and gold letterman jacket was behind him, waiting impatiently for his turn.
"Hey what's the hold up, man?" he taunted. "Little guy like you need some help?"
"No," said Nny. "I got it." He tugged harder, but the drink still wouldn't pour. The jock lost his cool.
"Outta my way, faggot." He pushed Nny aside and yanked at the lever, causing the iced drink to pour into his cup smoothly as soft custard. When the cup was filled, the jock slammed a plastic dome shaped lid on it and waved his drink in Johnny's face. "This is how REAL MEN get something to drink, stick-boy!" Johnny was still sprawled on the sticky floor as the jock went to pay for his freezy.
After paying for that, the big guy got into his car and put his cup into a holder under the dash. As he put the key in the ignition, a soft rustle came from the back seat.
"Hello?" He looked behind him, but he only saw the backseat littered with old term papers branded with huge F's in bold red ink. The jock shrugged and turned the key. When he raised his hand to adjust the rearview mirror, he saw Johnny the Homicidal Maniac crouched in the backseat, clutching a rag in his skinny hand.
"HOLY SHIT!" The jock raised his fist for a punch, but Nny was too quick for him. He pounced on him and covered his face with the rag which had been soaked with chloroform. After several moments of struggling, the big boy finally passed out from the fumes. Johnny pulled out a large knife and was about to slice the bastard's throat, when he heard a familiar voice outside.
"Come on, Tenna! The movie starts in 30 minutes!"
DEVI!
Nny peeked out from the rear window. Devi and her pal, Tenna were walking by the store. Tenna had stopped to lace up her boots.
"This is the last time they're going to show 'Il Postino' in this city again!" whined Devi. "If we miss it, then we'll have to wait forever for another foreign film!"
"Hey, did you bring $5?" asked Tenna.
"Is THAT the new admission?" said Devi. "$5?"
"Yeah."
Devi pulled out her wallet. She only had $2.67.
"Crap! So now what?"
"I'd loan you cash, but I've barely got $5 on me," said Tenna.
Devi turned away sadly. "It's OK. Just....go without me."
She sat on the curb and pulled her knees up to her chin.
Johnny felt helpless as he watched his former friend pine over her missed movie. But wait....
He took the $5 from his pants pocket and crumpled it into a ball. Then he barely rolled down the window and tossed it at Devi.
"What's this?" She picked up the crinkled bill and unfolded it. "Hey! Five bucks! Tenna, I can make it!"
The 2 girls sped off for the movie house. Johnny watched them from the backseat of the car.
"There you go, Devi. Enjoy."