Chapter 2.
Snitch sat in the middle, back seat of the taxi, which was heading toward the school in which the consular had suggested to his parents. He found the driver, Jim, got very angry when you threw wads of paper at his head... and by telling Snitch this only made him do it more.
"Derk, will you cut it out!" Jim said dodging the front page of the day before newspaper.
Snitch let out a laugh, "Say the magic word!" He threw some more paper at his head.
Jim rolled his eyes, "Please?"
Snitch shook his head and threw another.
"Avera Kadavra?"
Snitch lifted his eyebrow, "I don't believe in magic, so that ain't it."
Jim grunted, "Will you just stop it?"
Snitch laughed, "Course, the magic word was 'Snitch is the king of the universe!' by the way."
Jim glared, "I'll keep that in mind."
Snitch smiled, "I guess I haveta stop now anyway, Jimmy, I'm out of paper."
Jim let out a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness."
"What's this?" Snitch laughed, picking up some napkins from the floor.
"Come now, Derk, you don't know where those napkins have been." Jim said, grabbing at the napkins in the boy's hands. Only ending up with a moisten bit in his eye. "Oh, Derk, Don't tell me that you put this filthy thing in your mouth!"
Snitch sat back and put his feet on the chair in front of him, "Alright, I won't then."
Jim rolled his eyes, "Well, we're almost there."
"Really," Snitch slid over to the window, "How much further?"
Jim pointed to a large building, it had about three levels, and sixty windows on the front part of the building alone. Snitch's jaw dropped. "Is that it?"
Jim shook his head, "Now it's just around the corner from that."
"Oh..." Snitch fell back into his seat in the middle.
As the taxi turned the corner Snitch could see a building, still quite big, but not as big as the one before. It was only two levels and only had half the number of windows in the front. But the windows were more spread out.
Jim stopped the taxi right in front of the school, which its name was hard to make out, for the name was crossed out and above it was written 'Brooklyn'. "This is where I leave you." Jim smiled.
"Eh, right. Thanks." Snitch handed up the money he owed said goodbye, then got out of the taxi. "Bye Jim." He called into the taxi before slamming the door shut.
A boy with brown eyes, tan skin, and black hair ran up to Snitch, "Hi, you must be Dirk...that's a dumb name... You need a nickname... So I shall call you Squishy. Well, Squishy, my name is Italus."
Snitch pushed him out of the way, "Thanks, but I already HAVE a nickname and I like it."
Italus grinned, "Well, boy no longer wishing to be called Squishy, welcome to Brooklyn... which up until a few weeks ago was called...I dunno...I was never allowed outside... But, Spot painted the sign. Spot is the king of Brooklyn. But he is also a bad boy..."
Snitch kept walking, trying his best to annoy the very annoying kid who was now skipping behind him.
"Come on, talk to me. No one ever talks to me. Some people would type to me...but I tried to eat the mouse...so no one will type to me anymore." He said now in skipping circles around Snitch.
"Gee, I wonder why no one will talk to you." Snitch said sarcastically.
Italus smiled, "I do too. But I think its because I have 'issues' but I don't know. Ya know, I've been hear since I was five...and I'm sixteen now. The therapist said that I'm a 'problem child' and that I need more help than money can buy. But I think that means she likes me. I must be her favorite, what do you think, boy formally called Squishy?"
Snitch smiled a little, "So, you've been here eleven years? Is that normal?"
Italus shook his head, "You hate me don't you? Everyone hates me." He ran off crying, or at least he was running until he ran into the wall.
Another boy walked up to him, "Sorry, about that kid, he's been here most of his life. His parents gave up on visiting him after two months, the poor kid."
Snitch turned around to look at the other boy. He had curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. "Really... So what's his problem?"
The boy shook his head, "A better question is what's not his problem. Oh by the way, my name is David, or the Walkin' Mouth, I answer to both of them, so whichever one you want."
"My names Derk, or Snitch, but I won't answer to Derk...or Squishy."
"Squishy?" David asked looking at him.
Snitch pointed to the boy crying next to the wall.
"Oh, that would make sense, he only has one friend, some kid online. But he got mad at the computer and tried to eat the mouse, so he can't even talk to him anymore." David said. "Now come on, you don't want to see other people see you around him, it's just cool, ya know?"
Snitch looked over to the crying boy one more time then followed David.
A/N: Just to let the people whom this is the first story of mine to read, I don't like writing long chapters... so yeah. I don't know about Nakia though. You know she's kind weird about stuff. Yeah. She had to go so we're not doing shout outs this chapter either. But I promise you will get them! ...eventually...
Snitch sat in the middle, back seat of the taxi, which was heading toward the school in which the consular had suggested to his parents. He found the driver, Jim, got very angry when you threw wads of paper at his head... and by telling Snitch this only made him do it more.
"Derk, will you cut it out!" Jim said dodging the front page of the day before newspaper.
Snitch let out a laugh, "Say the magic word!" He threw some more paper at his head.
Jim rolled his eyes, "Please?"
Snitch shook his head and threw another.
"Avera Kadavra?"
Snitch lifted his eyebrow, "I don't believe in magic, so that ain't it."
Jim grunted, "Will you just stop it?"
Snitch laughed, "Course, the magic word was 'Snitch is the king of the universe!' by the way."
Jim glared, "I'll keep that in mind."
Snitch smiled, "I guess I haveta stop now anyway, Jimmy, I'm out of paper."
Jim let out a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness."
"What's this?" Snitch laughed, picking up some napkins from the floor.
"Come now, Derk, you don't know where those napkins have been." Jim said, grabbing at the napkins in the boy's hands. Only ending up with a moisten bit in his eye. "Oh, Derk, Don't tell me that you put this filthy thing in your mouth!"
Snitch sat back and put his feet on the chair in front of him, "Alright, I won't then."
Jim rolled his eyes, "Well, we're almost there."
"Really," Snitch slid over to the window, "How much further?"
Jim pointed to a large building, it had about three levels, and sixty windows on the front part of the building alone. Snitch's jaw dropped. "Is that it?"
Jim shook his head, "Now it's just around the corner from that."
"Oh..." Snitch fell back into his seat in the middle.
As the taxi turned the corner Snitch could see a building, still quite big, but not as big as the one before. It was only two levels and only had half the number of windows in the front. But the windows were more spread out.
Jim stopped the taxi right in front of the school, which its name was hard to make out, for the name was crossed out and above it was written 'Brooklyn'. "This is where I leave you." Jim smiled.
"Eh, right. Thanks." Snitch handed up the money he owed said goodbye, then got out of the taxi. "Bye Jim." He called into the taxi before slamming the door shut.
A boy with brown eyes, tan skin, and black hair ran up to Snitch, "Hi, you must be Dirk...that's a dumb name... You need a nickname... So I shall call you Squishy. Well, Squishy, my name is Italus."
Snitch pushed him out of the way, "Thanks, but I already HAVE a nickname and I like it."
Italus grinned, "Well, boy no longer wishing to be called Squishy, welcome to Brooklyn... which up until a few weeks ago was called...I dunno...I was never allowed outside... But, Spot painted the sign. Spot is the king of Brooklyn. But he is also a bad boy..."
Snitch kept walking, trying his best to annoy the very annoying kid who was now skipping behind him.
"Come on, talk to me. No one ever talks to me. Some people would type to me...but I tried to eat the mouse...so no one will type to me anymore." He said now in skipping circles around Snitch.
"Gee, I wonder why no one will talk to you." Snitch said sarcastically.
Italus smiled, "I do too. But I think its because I have 'issues' but I don't know. Ya know, I've been hear since I was five...and I'm sixteen now. The therapist said that I'm a 'problem child' and that I need more help than money can buy. But I think that means she likes me. I must be her favorite, what do you think, boy formally called Squishy?"
Snitch smiled a little, "So, you've been here eleven years? Is that normal?"
Italus shook his head, "You hate me don't you? Everyone hates me." He ran off crying, or at least he was running until he ran into the wall.
Another boy walked up to him, "Sorry, about that kid, he's been here most of his life. His parents gave up on visiting him after two months, the poor kid."
Snitch turned around to look at the other boy. He had curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. "Really... So what's his problem?"
The boy shook his head, "A better question is what's not his problem. Oh by the way, my name is David, or the Walkin' Mouth, I answer to both of them, so whichever one you want."
"My names Derk, or Snitch, but I won't answer to Derk...or Squishy."
"Squishy?" David asked looking at him.
Snitch pointed to the boy crying next to the wall.
"Oh, that would make sense, he only has one friend, some kid online. But he got mad at the computer and tried to eat the mouse, so he can't even talk to him anymore." David said. "Now come on, you don't want to see other people see you around him, it's just cool, ya know?"
Snitch looked over to the crying boy one more time then followed David.
A/N: Just to let the people whom this is the first story of mine to read, I don't like writing long chapters... so yeah. I don't know about Nakia though. You know she's kind weird about stuff. Yeah. She had to go so we're not doing shout outs this chapter either. But I promise you will get them! ...eventually...