This is a REPOST of chapter two!!! Apparently, chapter two was very confusing, and made no sense. No, no, no, I don't blame my reviewers. Even I admit my writing doesn't make sense sometimes, lol, I mean, my English mark was in the fifties!!! C'mon now! Anyways, so I'm going to redo this chapter, and God-willing, this chapter will turn out better, and less confusing.

Another thing, the dashed lines [- - - - -] are change of scene. It means the thing changed to a totally different thing. So basically, no, Ozuma doesn't know Kai, and Kai doesn't know Ozuma, and no one knows no one, but you'll see what happens.

Your reviews are excellent!!! Thanks! Just tell me what I need to fix up!! See? If you guys haven't told me about the whole confusing thing, I'd probably keep writing a story that made no sense!!! On with the chapter!

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.CHAPTER.two[repost]-

Usually when a a child had a fight with his father, the child would go upstairs to his room and stay there.

Of course Kai was different. Being nineteen meant being a little out of your normal cycle. He moved out.

Who needs a dad anyway? I can live on my own. He was nineteen. Usually, he didn't want to think about the realistic things in life. Like right now. Who am I kidding? I don't have enough money. I didn't even pay my rent.

He looked around his apartment. You couldn't really call this an apartment. It was just one small room with a stove, a window, and his bed. The bathroom was located in the building for everyone to use. It was very dirty.

Maybe if I go back, and apologize, and if he apologizes, and everything will be better and…I can't go back. I said I'd never come back. He sighed. This sucked. His life sucked. Well I better get used to it. It's been sucking since the past few years.

He didn't have the most essential things for the modern life, like a phone, a car, or…Someone who actually cares and who isn't fucking retarded. He looked at the clock. At least he had a clock. Great… He thought in sarcasm. I'm late for work. Again. He jumped off his bed. It was a few minutes past four.

Working at Pizza Pizza meant having a really crappy uniform. He didn't want to walk around in it in the streets. He stuffed it in a bag, and got out of his apartment.

"HIWATARI! YOUR RENT WAS DUE THREE DAYS AGO!" He could hear the loud, booming voice of his landlord, which made him drop his keys. If he got out of the building before the landlord reached him, he'd be fine! If the landlord reached him before he got out of the building, that would result in multiple troubles. He ran down the stairs and outside.

Yay, free at last. Not.

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"Ozuma! Do you know where my other sock is?"

"Yeah. Up my ass." He put his head down on the breakfast table. He probably didn't get any sleep in that new room, which was painted in a thick coat of light pink.

"Seriously."

"I am serious." He said. Evian sighed.

"Of course. Why not." She rolled her eyes. It wasn't like he'd ever give her a straight answer. He hated her a lot. He hated her so much he could tear her to pieces! She grabbed an apple. "I'll just wear my sandals." She changed her mind.

"Where's dad? And…Ms. Ryder?" He asked. He put his head up again, and shoved his plate with the bread crusts away from him. "They never leave this early."

"They had to go renew their health cards, and everything. Insurance, blah, blah, blah." She explained. "And I'm going to be coming home late today. I'm going out with a few friends."

"You have friends? Amazing." He said in pure sarcasm.

"At least I made a few." Her tone sounded very mocking. "Please don't make a mess in the house. I'm probably going to bring them over."

"Joy."

"You're probably the most cynical human being I've ever met." She said. She bit her apple. She tied her hair in a quick ponytail with a loop, and some of her hair was sticking out.

"I'm honoured with delight." He stretched and yawned. He was pretty tall. And so was she. That was possibly another thing they had in common. Being tall, and having an almost perfect figure. That was funny, all he really did was sit at home playing video games and eat and sleep.

"Glad to know." She said.

"I don't think I'm gonna be home. I have work."

"Work?"

"I just got a job. They phoned me up last night. Said they wanted me in this morning." He said. "At Old Navy."

"If you said you got a job being an auto-mechanic, I'd at least think you were half normal. I've never met a guy who works at a clothes store."

"Now you have." He said. "Could you leave now? I'm trying to meditate."

"Ha! Meditate! You make my boobs laugh." She sarcastically chuckled.

"If you had boobs." He rolled his eyes. "Time to get ready. Fuck, I better get a good paycheck for getting up this early." He got up.

"Whatever. I'm leaving." She walked out of the house. She could see three others waiting for her a few feet away from her house.

"Nice house. Bigger than mine." Miriam said.

"It's nothing." Evian said. "Trust me."

"Want one?" Carver pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"You smoke?" Evian asked.

"No, I feed it to my dog. 'Course I do." Carver said. "Bad idea asking you, I mean you're not the type to – " He stopped as he watched the 'new kid' quickly grab a cigarette, and light it up.

"I swear, I thought I was the only one in this neighborhood who was underage. Plus I was all out." Evian said. "I haven't had one since I moved in!"

"I thought you were a goodie goodie." Miriam said. "Hmmm, you're more of a bad girl." She held her cigarette in between her fingers. They all started walking. "When'd you start?"

"When I was thirteen."

"Whoa! Are you fucked?" Miriam made a face. "Shit, that's…fucked."

"When'd you start?" She asked.

"Just a few months ago, man." Miriam admitted. "Shit. Thirteen?" She shook her head. "Fuck. And your mom still doesn't know? Wow."

"Trust me. She'll never find out. And if she does, she'll probably send me to boot camp or something."

"My old man caught me in the backyard once. Kicked me out of the house for the night. Slept in a bus shelter." Peter said. "And it was fucking cold man."

"C'mon guys, lets get to school before we're late." Miriam said. "Crap, we have a test on trig today. I didn't even study."

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"Next?" Kai looked like a zombie by now. And it's only been forty-five minutes in. He sighed. He watched a short, chubby man come up. He was kind of bald. Mister, have you heard of deodorant? I believe not. "Yes, sir?"

"Okay, I would like a double cheese pizza with extra cheese, and make sure the crusts are in there. You know what I mean? In there. You know? Like the crust will be like – "

"Yes, sir, I understand." Kai said. He quickly punched in a few buttons on the cash register. "If you wait on the right side, your order should come up."

"You haven't asked me about my free drink. The commercials said that if I buy a double cheese pizza then I – "

"Would you like your free drink?" He asked. Retard!

"Of course I would! I'm not retarded!" He said. "I went to Bingo last night, and scored three free concert tickets to see Elton John! Isn't that great?"

"Gee, I sure wish I could be there." Kai said, sounded dead.

"And the night before last night, I won a free condom! I'm gonna use it on my girlfriend. I'll make sure I flatten her with my – "

"NEXT!" He yelled. I really didn't need to know that. Too much information, fat man. He shuddered. He felt a tap on the shoulder. It was… The manager of doom! He's here to fire me, isn't he? ISN'T HE? "Yes Mr. Aziz?"

"Hiwatari, I was wonderin' if you could stay in tonight for an extra shift. Clay called in and he can't make it. Foot injury. Can you stay? I'll pay you an extra twenty-dollars."

"Thirty." Kai grinned.

"Twenty-five."

"Deal." Finally!!! Some extra cash!! At least I'll have something eatable for dinner tonight. This is fucking awesome! And then of course, another presence came along.

"Working hard?"

"You bet." Kai said. He didn't need to look up. He already knew who it was. Raymond McCloud. He is by no means, my best friend. We practically grew up like brothers. "What's up?"

"Really bored." Ray said. It was funny, many people who had met Ray, and moved, and came back to visit Ray, said how Ray had changed a lot. Kai on the other hand, probably didn't notice the changes. He hasn't changed. Not at all. But that's because we're always together, and it was hard to tell how he changed. I mean, mentally, he's the same person, and physically? Okay, he's definitely not two feet tall anymore. That was back when we were three or something.

"Want a drink or something? I can probably snag it off for free." Kai said.

"No thanks." Ray said. "Did you pay off your rent yet?"

"Are you insane? No." He answered. "He's gonna kick me out, I know it, and I'll have to live on the streets."

"Streets? Why live on the streets? You do realize I have a house, with four rooms."

"Thanks." Kai said.

"You wanna have dinner at my place tonight? My sister's making spaghetti."

"I'd love to, but I can't." He said. Before he could explain why, Ray spoke up.

"Why not?"

"I was getting to that. I have to stay in extra hours tonight. Some guy broke his leg or something. You know, Clay. So I have to fill in for him."

"Clay? That's funny. He was telling me about his sky diving trip with his girlfriend. They went in the morning. I didn't see any broken leg."

"That son of a…oh well, at least I get paid more." Kai reconsidered the deal.

"Why don't you just tell the boss? You know, get his fired." Ray said. He sounded serious. He was usually serious.

"Nah. Clay's a good guy – sometimes. He never did anything to me. If he lies, I guess that's his issue, not mine. And besides, I guess if he wants to spend some time with his girlfriend, that's a good thing. He cares."

"Hmm." Ray looked at the ceiling. He always does that. "So I'll see you later maybe."

"Yeah, sure." Kai said. "Maybe I'll drop by tomorrow?"

"Great!" Ray grinned. "See ya!" He waved, as Kai watched him leave.

On with the phrase! "Next!"

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"You have to get here fifteen minutes early everyday." The manage finished. She was the tough guy kinda person. Okay, tough woman. "Be nice to the customers, and you have always have to wear the Old Navy crew t-shirt, or you'll be kicked out. No cell phones allowed except during break times. Understand?"

"Uh, crystal clear." Ozuma lied. I swear I feel like I just joined the Nazis or something.

"Great, your shifts are on the weekends, including Friday's. Nine to nine." She said.

"Nine to nine?"

"You seem surprised." She sounded like a robot. Same tone, same looks. Jeez.

"That's twelve hours." He said. "Is that even possible?"

"Be here or be square." She said, and then she walked off. He made a face. Okay there. There goes my weekends, right out the window. At least working would be better than staying home. He hated home. Well recently, he hated home. He hated his dad for ruining his life. He hated his dad for marrying someone else, and…everything was just wrong now. He walked over to the cash register. Everyone was shopping, mostly females of course.

"At least you're not the only one with weekend shifts." He was startled by an abrupt presence and turned around to meet someone just as tall as him.

"Yeah. Fun, fun, fun." Ozuma said.

"Really? You think it's fun?"

"I was being sarcastic." He said.

"Oh." He looked confused. "I'm Tyson."

"Ozuma."

"So you new here or something? Haven't seen you in this area before."

"Yeah. It's a long story."

"I have time." He grinned.

This guy needs to get a grip. Ozuma thought. "My dad just got remarried a few months ago. We used to live back in Newfoundland. We moved down here three days ago."

"Interesting."

"Not if you're me." Ozuma said.

"My uncle lives in Newfoundland. We used to go there every summer. We lived in Montreal." He explained. "Moved out here when I was six. My mom was a bartender and my dad didn't like that. Things fell apart after that."

"Oh. Sorry to hear that." Ozuma said. "I guess its human nature to get bored of someone. We always want something new."

"Yeah. Maybe." He looked like one of those guys who lived to play soccer or something. He had messy navy blue hair with black streaks here and there. He had a baseball cap on with the wing flipped backwards. He had royal blue eyes, and seemed like a person who wanted to do as much as possible in life.

"Unfortunately enough for me, I got two new things. A new mom and a new sister, and I swear I never wished for that." Ozuma said. "She's a pulsating pain in the ass, and if there were no rules on this planet, I would personally take the honour in killing her."

"That must suck."

"It does suck." He said.

"Why don't you just move out and all?"

"As soon as I save enough money." He said. "Do you think I actually wanna live there? I'm gonna move back to Newfoundland."

"Didn't you have any relatives down there that you could've stayed with?" Tyson asked as he counted a few bills.

"No. They live in B.C. My dad had a fight with his sister, that happened before I was born, and they moved in Newfoundland. My family background is really crazy. Trust me."

"No problem. You'll like it here. Toronto's problem-free!" He grinned.

"Glad to be a part of it." He said sarcastically.

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It was recess. Finally. Miriam and Evian ditched the class for those precious fifteen minutes.

"It was like suffocation in there." Miriam said. She pulled out her lighter and lit up the cigarette. They didn't have too much time, they just shared one cigarette.

"How'd you do on the test?" Evian asked, pushing her hair away from her face.

"I only got one thing right. My name. Written neatly on the top right hand corner, Miriam Van Der Pol." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help? I have plenty of time. I can manage to go over a few things with you."

"Nah, that's okay." She said. "After class, you wanna come over and grab some lunch at my place?"

"Uh, sure." She said.

"My mom's home. She can probably fix something for us. I don't know. Spaghetti, or mini pizzas or something. I'm just really hungry."

"Yeah." Fifteen minutes of recess went flying. They got back inside quickly before anyone caught them smoking.

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