Fighting Fate ~chapter 1~ (Part 1)
Chapter 1 : Fighting Fate ~chapter 1~ (Part 1)
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Chapter One
The Dragon Five
The Dragon Five is one of the worst gangs at my school, Share Field Academy. The gang consists of five boys; Drake the leader who controls and plans of all the operations that they do. He has green eyes and brown hair that is just long enough to hang in his face. He’s about average height for a 15 year old and is one of the hottest guys in school but still the meanest kid I know.
Allen is a dirty blond haired kid with blue eyes, he’s kinda short but tough enough to help drake as his assistant. Mostly Allen just goes around making sure that every thing is under control. But when he gets the chance he torments kids like he’s still just a bully and nothing more.
Owen is the softy in the group but could take someone down in a heartbeat if he wanted too. He has brownish red hair and hazel eyes, which change colors sometimes. The worst part about Owen is that he can’t think for himself, someone always has to be there to tell him what to do. Owen and I went out for two months, he was already a part of the Dragon five but then he changed. He became more dependent on me and I wasn’t going to be his babysitter.
Frankie is a funny guy and a little, no, really weird. When he‘s mad he goes off, but only on Drakes command. He has brown hair and brown eyes. his skinny, tall figure make him look normal but he acts like a psychotic weirdo.
Victor is the toughest and biggest of them all, he can break down a door in one kick he’s not the one to make mad. With his jet-black hair and green eyes, He would scare the likes of anyone.
They all where baggy blue jean jackets with red, scaly dragons on the backs of them, Like a gang sign. Drake’s is a vest scraggly sleeves cut off at the shoulders . Allen’s is a short sleeve jacket and the others are all big long baggy sleeved jackets.
The dragon five do dire things like stealing valuables and spray-painting on school propriety. Not too mention all the kids they kick around. The dragon five aren’t the ones you want to be in a dilemma with.
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Taylor and I have been the best of friends, since, well, forever. We met in first grade when I saw a bunch of kids picking on him and pushing him on the ground, I walked over, rolled up my sleeves and said,
“You want some one to pick on? I‘ll give you someone to pick on.”
Those boys looked at me like I was crazy but I didn’t care, that was who I was. The girl who always got into trouble, had no friends and was a loser, freak, weirdo and a fool. I was someone who the guys would even stay away from. The girls would ran away screaming if I got near them. But I wasn’t a bad person people just rubbed me the wrong way, sometimes.
The tallest boy dropped him from the collar of his shirt he was holding, looked at me for a second then ran away. I rolled down my sleeves and stuck out my hand to him, he took it, looked me in the eyes and I looked in his.
“The names Tiffany Manitoni.” I pronounced
“Taylor. Taylor rain withson.” he managed to stutter.
His eyes are still as green as the grass and his hair is still dark brown like sweet chocolate but it was shorter then than it is now. He has soft strong cheeks that make him look older than he is and from day one Taylor and me were friends.
Me and Taylor didn’t become real close though, until the day when we were in sixth grade I found him crying in the yellow tunnel at the school playground.
I always used to go to the yellow tunnel when I was sad or just mad at someone . But most of the time I was mad at my mom. The yellow tunnel brought me the feeling that no one else could give me, comfort. I don’t know something about it made me feel like I was welcome there when ever I wanted.
My mom is a business women, a real travel agent. She goes everywhere, places that I could only dream of going in my life; America, France, Australia’s famous opera house. But every time I asked her to stay or if I could go with her, she would always tell me “no, you have to stay here sweet heart and get an education like everyone else in your class is doing.”
“but mom why, why do I have to get an education I want to go with you.” I would say back.
“because if you get an education you can grow up to be just like mommy and then you can go anywhere in the world that you want to go. Okay?”
“Fine” I would spit at her then run out the door and down the street to the yellow tunnel on the little kids playground at school.
This particular time was just that, but I was in the 6th grade, I had grown up enough that I could tell that she tended to repeat herself, A LOT. I was tired of her excuses and decided to say something different, and it would change the way me and my mom looked at each other for the rest of our life’s.
“mom, why do you always say if you do good in school then you’ll be able to go anywhere just like mommy, but you know what, I’m tired of hearing it the same old thing. Did you ever stop for one moment to think that maybe I just wanted to be with you more. Why would I ever want to be like you?” I ran out of the house crying madder then I had ever been in my life my mom looking shocked as if she hadn’t expected I would say that sooner or later.
Running to the spot that I knew by heart, the spot I had been to time and time again. It was cold out I had no shoes on my feet and no coat on my back but who cared certainly not my mom. The chilling wind blowing though my medium length brown hair. I turned the corner tears falling faster and faster with ever step toward the tunnel. The rocks cutting into my feet as I pushed on. I jumped up the ladder that was frozen with ice. Slipping into the pale yellow tunnel, with no breath left in my chest I leaned my back against the cold side to the tunnel hugging my legs close to me to keep warm.
Still crying I couldn’t help but to notice that something was different. My own cries where being echoed by someone else’s. I stopped crying for a moment to tell if I was hallucinating or not. I wasn’t, the cries where coming from around the corner of the tunnel. I got on my hands and knees and crawled around to the other end where I saw the only person in my life I could trust, the only person that I knew that actually cared about me.
“Taylor? What’s wrong” shaking from the coldness I asked him. All he did was turn his head away from me and put his hand closer to his back than it was before. Immediately I knew that something was wrong, that he was hurt. “Taylor let me see” I told him. But all he did was scoot away from me even more. I looked at the wall I was facing, put my chin on my knees and hugged my legs close to me again to get warmer. “Taylor you know I never,” I looked at my scratched up feet and pondered on whether I should continue. “well, barely get to see my mom.” I look up to see no change in him, then went on with what I was saying. “she’s always away on trips to far away places. We had a fight today and that’s why I’m here. This is where I come when I’m mad or sad about something.” I looked up again and to my surprise Taylor was starring at me with those gorgeous green eyes. “what?” I asked him playfully.
“were more and more alike everyday, you know.” he said out of the blue.
“what do you mean?” I asked.
“my mom is never home either she goes off somewhere and leaves me and my sister to fend for are self’s. But when she is home she…she…” Taylor started crying again and I tried to get it out of him but he wouldn’t budge.
“Taylor I thought that we were friends till the end, always and forever. We can tell each other anything.” I said facing him once more with a stern look on my face. Taylor stopped wiped away a tear and looked at me with certainty.
“I’m sorry, It’s just, I’ve never showed these to anyone…ever.” he paused for a split second then turned his back to me, lifted up his shirt and there was one of the worst things I had ever seen. Scars and fresh, bloody cuts that look as if they were whipped on to him. His skin was so raw that it was all red and blistered. All I wanted to do was help him, but I knew that I had nothing to give him.
“Tay,” I swallowed a sob. “Taylor I’m sorry, I didn’t think that, I’m sorry I wish there was something I could do.” I put my head gently on his back and my tears started to roll down his scared shirtless back. He flinch a little but said nothing. Suddenly he sat up straight and I lifted my head.
“what “ I asked
“my back,” he started I looked only to see that two of the scars where gone.
“what the heck? Two of them are gone.” I said not to mention the blisters that were once there.
“huh? How can that be?” Taylor questioned, I bit of relief from pain in his voice.
“I don’t know.” I stated kinda scared.
“okay, I don‘t think we should tell anyone about this. They might think your even weirder than before, huh?” he asked
“ah,yeah definitely” I replied starring back at his back once more, questioning what just happened.
We sat there for sometime before I asked,
“you wanna get out of here?” I questioned him and motioned toward the exit. He nodded and I started to crawled out of the tunnel when Taylor stopped me and asked,
“Where are your shoes? And your coat?”
“I’m sorry when I’m angry I don’t quite think about the essentials.” I pointed out. And climbed the rest of the way out with Taylor right behind me.
“Well I guess I’ll have to carry you home.” he said coming out after me.
“huh?” I asked knowing what he meant but couldn’t believe he would do that for me. He bent over and said,
“come on, get on.” I hoped on his back thankful to be off the cold ground. But before we even got to the corner street sign Taylor stopped and I looked at him questioningly.
“you know, you were right about being friends till the end, always and forever.” then he started wlaking again. I looked at him one more time before I realized he was right and I rested my head on his shoulder, closeing my eyes with a smile.
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