Authors note: I'm so
sorry people. I keep forgetting to post and stuff. Its all my fault,
not my co-authors, I'll try to stay on top of things better. I've
been caught up with a lot of stuff and haven't been able to do any
typing at all. So as I type this sometime near the end of June, I ask
your forgiveness my faithful readers. Well, enjoy the long-awaited
chapter!
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Chapter 3
Late that night,
around 2:30 A.M, Ga-woon finely got around to telling his mother
about the detention.
"Well, its not too bad
considering you haven't been in one of those in, what, six months
now? … however… DO IT AGAIN AND YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO DO
ANYTHING WITHOUT FEINTING FOR A FEW MONTHS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME
ASSHOLE!" He knew it had been coming. His mother was, lets say,
sort of nuclear bomb-ish when it came to emotional changes. He smiled
a fake " I'm sooooooo sorry" smile and answered with a meek
"yes, mother."
Even later that night Ga-woon
sat up in bed thinking about Kun being expelled. He had been so cool
about it, but the more he thought about it the more depressed he
became. He almost came to tears when sleep finely took him. He had
slept less than an hour when a loud noise woke him. He reached to
shut off his alarm clock and then he realized a few things.
First his clock read 4:23 A.M., and second, If it was his alarm it
would still be going off, yet it wasn't. He looked over to his
window and discovered, rather abruptly and rudely, what it had been.
His window was shattered , and on the floor next to it, amid shards
of glass, was a brick with a piece of paper tied to it.
' Ahh, how quaint,' he thought, 'a classic brick-and-letter
trick' He opened the letter and this is what was written on it:
"
My gang and I have been nice to you and yours for a while. Now,
however , I have decided to be a bit rougher. I' ll put it simply
so you and the next person to receive this, can understand. Yer'
turfs mine, ya' lowlife poser, and I' d like to see you do
something about it. Oh, and throw this through Bok-Chil's window
for me. I bowed to him once, and once is enough. Yer both gonna meet
me at noon tomarrow in front of the station. If I beat both of ya
into ;loddy pulps, half your turf is mine. One on two, or a free for
all, I don't care. But whoever is the last standing gets half of
the other twos turf. And for the rest, all out turf war. I have a
feeling people and gonna die because of this, but honestly I don't
care a bit.
-Ghoon Ham Che
Ga-woon got up and
got dressed in his darkest clothes so as not to be seen, picked up
the brick, and snuck through the house as silently as possible, which
was actually pretty silently. A lot of people didn't believe it was
possible for someone like him to move silently. He opened the
door slowly and edged though the opening sideways as soon as he could
fit through it. After closing the door he ran across his front yard
and into the shadows . he opened the garage door and rolled his
motorcycle out. He kept rolling it for a few hundred feet so it
wouldn't sound like it was him to anyone in his house, started his
bike, and drove as fast as he could to where Bok-Chil lived. He
didn't even bother to stop he just threw the brick as he drove by.
He managed to pull off one of those crazy turn things where the bike
is almost parallel with the while in it and drove back the other way.
He smiled grimly and thought ' how wonderful, I've just committed a
drive-by bricking'.