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Gah, I'm so mad, because I had this written then it deleated itself, comming up with the excuse that I wasnt logged in.
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MAth. Hm, hate that class, but I'm good at it.
Curses- my hairband just broke. And I was so damned tired that I had forgotten to bring extras...
Why was I, the awesome Nick-whos-street-name-was-Fang, tired?
You see, I was up late last night, earning even more money(I seem to be using a lot of it lately for reasons that you don't need to know just yet) at a street fight. Bets were my speciality.
The thing was, I managed to get myself into ANOTHER fight.
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It was dark in this unused barn, but Fang could still see the others gathered around him. They were mostly men, but with one-or-two ladies wearing practically nothing.
This was the place where Fang earned half his money.
At the moment, Ari was standing in the roped-off area in the center of the barn. A heavily muscled man was laying on the floor, possibly dead. Guys grumbled and handed over money to someone in the crowd, who then split it in half and gave the other half to Ari.
Ari fights with a group of people called the Erasers. Why are they called erasers? Because they literally erase every person that fights them.
"Kay, all you weaklings, one- or two- of you get your asses up hear, I am bah-ord!" He crowed.
Slowly, I made my way past people, up to the frount, and stepped into the makeshift ring.
"I will fight you."
He took one look at me, then burst out laughing. "Ha! Looks like we have a newcomer who hasn't seen the full wrath of an ERASER!" He howled boastfully.
"Listen to me, kid. An Eraser is small. It is pink. Kindergarteners draw faces on them."
I think I had angered him by now.
"Meaning, a kindergartener can defeat an eraser with a pencil. Lets pretend for a minute."
He looked ready to charge by now.
"Lets say I'm the pencil. You are the Eraser. That means I can defeat you with one stab."
He started charging. I ran at him, and kicked him fully in the chest.
"You see, that is how you defeat an eraser." I informed the crowd, and walked off to the back.
Over the week that I had been there, some other kids had teamed up with me.
There was Iggy, the 12-year-old bomber who was blind.
Nudge, the chatterbox. Good at distracting people. Aged 10 years.
8-year-old Gasman, also known as Gazzy. The living stink bomb.
Then came Gazzys 6-year-old sister. Angel. She can litteraly read minds- I think she knows what our opponents are gonna do before even they know!
We call ourselves the flock.
The group of mismatched kids that fight for money.
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That memory had taken 5 minutes at the most to recall, so I wasnt sure why everyone was staring at me. Had the bell rang? No- we still had a minute untill calss started.
I looked behind me, and saw Max. The girl I had to sit next to in class. The one who went into Taco Bell on Tuesday and got mad for not getting a discount.
She was holding a bundle of hair- Long, black hair.
Wait. I was the only one with long black hair.
"Why the fuck did you chop off my hair?!"
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Tsk tsk, language Fang!
Gah, I luff Fangs hair in the beginning.
That description that Fang used to get Ari mad is what I first though erasers were XD
Well, review!
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