Disclaimer: I don't own the matrix, this story was written purely for
enjoyment only, but you still have to review it.
A/N: I know this has nothing to do with the matrix, yet.
The Matrix: Tough Life
He lived a big town yet he had few friends who cared about him and there was only one he really cared about. He enjoyed one sport, which made him tough, physically and emotionally.
This town had lots of houses and industries but with lots of open spaces, just fields of vegetation. The woods were the best place to relax.
James was at his first class at school, Maths, Year 9. The classroom was filled with displays of other classes and the desks were in three columns with the desks one behind the other.
"James?" the teacher called out moving her pen down the register to his name.
"Yes Miss," he replied sitting down to his assigned desk and swung round his bag to plop it on the floor while the teacher crossed through a box.
At this school there was no uniform so he wore his red T-shirt with a cartoon skull printed on the front, his baggy black jeans and his white trainers. His blonde hair was split into curtains with a few hairs hanging in front of his left eye.
He grabbed his things from his bag when he heard whispering then a hard shove pushing him to his left. The boy next to him and the two behind him laughed as he fell off of his chair. They wore basically the same stuff as each other, black tee shirts and jeans and trainers. James just got up, brushed the dust away and sat down again but inside he wanted to smack this guy in the face.
A few hours had passed and it was lunchtime. He had a simple ham sandwich and had started munching on it as he walked across the playground, it had large cracks where grass and weeds grew freely and had a few basketball hoops.
"Oi you!" A loud voice shouted out to him. James turned to the direction of the noise where three boys (from math class) were leaning up against a wire fence, feet crossed and hands in pockets. They pushed away from the fence and walked to James.
"You don't belong here," the leader of the gang, said. After a couple of seconds he punched his enemy in the stomach, pulling his other arm back to give extra force. James dropped his sandwich held his gut and feel to his knees.
"You don't belong here, now leave before we force you," he growled at him. James got up and stared at him, hi eyes burning with fury. The boys did the same then walked off.
Later that day it was training for the rugby team on the field and since James was on it he went. All the player's girl friends were there watching them train but of course there was no one there for James. He played hard, scoring tries, dodging tackles and out running the team, yet he was still hated by most of them. Practice ended and James went home while the rest of the team stayed.
They devised a plan to keep James on the team. The plan was to give James something he could not disapprove of . . . but the three boys objected to the idea.
That night it was the first match of the season for the school team.
James was walking to the school field when he looked back to see a girl following him along the concrete slab path. All James could tell from the darkened figure at first sight was that the girl had shoulder length hair and a mini skirt on. He crossed the road and arrived at the field with the girl trailing behind.
Everyone was in their gear; red rugby tops, black shorts and boots. The other team was pulling up in a mini-van at the main gates where James entered; they were big steel poled gates.
The boys huddled together under the setting sun falling behind the one building near the field.
"Okay, Brown. (James) Camron, Donny, George, Hanson, Johnson, Letman, Luis, Smith, Tye, your up and remember to set the ball" the couch announced.
The ten players headed to the pitch waiting for the other team to break the huddle. The sun had fallen a bit and its ray bounced of the 'H' posts. The girls began to gather at the railings, which were in between the building of changing rooms and the refreshment room and the rugby pitch.
The home team started. Brown the team captain held the ball in his hands hesitantly waiting for the ref to blow the whistle. The ringing sound began and Brown tapped the ball with his foot, he walked forward waiting for the response of the opponents.
They charged forward as the captain picked up his pace, one big boy was lowering his short blonde head to tackle. The split second after Brown spun the ball to his left (slightly back) to where Camron was standing he was struck in the stomach, and both Brown and his attacker flew back and bounced on the grass.
James caught the ball running sideways and then turned forward, another player who was preparing for the attack. He lunged forward but wasn't accurate enough; he flew to the floor as Camron spun round out of the way to the left. He resumed his course and charged to the try line.
Player '01' had turned and chased him all the way, his hands reached out to grab his legs; he dived and grappled his arms round James's legs. James flew forward; with the boy hanging onto his legs, centimetres off of the floor.
James slammed the ball to the floor grabbing the first five points before hitting his body against the grass. Number '01' got up, but James didn't.
A/N: I know this has nothing to do with the matrix, yet.
The Matrix: Tough Life
He lived a big town yet he had few friends who cared about him and there was only one he really cared about. He enjoyed one sport, which made him tough, physically and emotionally.
This town had lots of houses and industries but with lots of open spaces, just fields of vegetation. The woods were the best place to relax.
James was at his first class at school, Maths, Year 9. The classroom was filled with displays of other classes and the desks were in three columns with the desks one behind the other.
"James?" the teacher called out moving her pen down the register to his name.
"Yes Miss," he replied sitting down to his assigned desk and swung round his bag to plop it on the floor while the teacher crossed through a box.
At this school there was no uniform so he wore his red T-shirt with a cartoon skull printed on the front, his baggy black jeans and his white trainers. His blonde hair was split into curtains with a few hairs hanging in front of his left eye.
He grabbed his things from his bag when he heard whispering then a hard shove pushing him to his left. The boy next to him and the two behind him laughed as he fell off of his chair. They wore basically the same stuff as each other, black tee shirts and jeans and trainers. James just got up, brushed the dust away and sat down again but inside he wanted to smack this guy in the face.
A few hours had passed and it was lunchtime. He had a simple ham sandwich and had started munching on it as he walked across the playground, it had large cracks where grass and weeds grew freely and had a few basketball hoops.
"Oi you!" A loud voice shouted out to him. James turned to the direction of the noise where three boys (from math class) were leaning up against a wire fence, feet crossed and hands in pockets. They pushed away from the fence and walked to James.
"You don't belong here," the leader of the gang, said. After a couple of seconds he punched his enemy in the stomach, pulling his other arm back to give extra force. James dropped his sandwich held his gut and feel to his knees.
"You don't belong here, now leave before we force you," he growled at him. James got up and stared at him, hi eyes burning with fury. The boys did the same then walked off.
Later that day it was training for the rugby team on the field and since James was on it he went. All the player's girl friends were there watching them train but of course there was no one there for James. He played hard, scoring tries, dodging tackles and out running the team, yet he was still hated by most of them. Practice ended and James went home while the rest of the team stayed.
They devised a plan to keep James on the team. The plan was to give James something he could not disapprove of . . . but the three boys objected to the idea.
That night it was the first match of the season for the school team.
James was walking to the school field when he looked back to see a girl following him along the concrete slab path. All James could tell from the darkened figure at first sight was that the girl had shoulder length hair and a mini skirt on. He crossed the road and arrived at the field with the girl trailing behind.
Everyone was in their gear; red rugby tops, black shorts and boots. The other team was pulling up in a mini-van at the main gates where James entered; they were big steel poled gates.
The boys huddled together under the setting sun falling behind the one building near the field.
"Okay, Brown. (James) Camron, Donny, George, Hanson, Johnson, Letman, Luis, Smith, Tye, your up and remember to set the ball" the couch announced.
The ten players headed to the pitch waiting for the other team to break the huddle. The sun had fallen a bit and its ray bounced of the 'H' posts. The girls began to gather at the railings, which were in between the building of changing rooms and the refreshment room and the rugby pitch.
The home team started. Brown the team captain held the ball in his hands hesitantly waiting for the ref to blow the whistle. The ringing sound began and Brown tapped the ball with his foot, he walked forward waiting for the response of the opponents.
They charged forward as the captain picked up his pace, one big boy was lowering his short blonde head to tackle. The split second after Brown spun the ball to his left (slightly back) to where Camron was standing he was struck in the stomach, and both Brown and his attacker flew back and bounced on the grass.
James caught the ball running sideways and then turned forward, another player who was preparing for the attack. He lunged forward but wasn't accurate enough; he flew to the floor as Camron spun round out of the way to the left. He resumed his course and charged to the try line.
Player '01' had turned and chased him all the way, his hands reached out to grab his legs; he dived and grappled his arms round James's legs. James flew forward; with the boy hanging onto his legs, centimetres off of the floor.
James slammed the ball to the floor grabbing the first five points before hitting his body against the grass. Number '01' got up, but James didn't.