As I walked down the road to meet the gang at the lot, a nice, shiny, ruby colored mustang drove up to the side of me. Why does the Socs have to be a "criminal "? I quicken the pace, almost sprint running. They stopped their mustang and five tall, lean guys started speed walking towards me. They followed me to the lot, here we go again.
I stopped walking, slowly turning around to see those nasty beasts; Man, do I despise the socials.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing here out in the east side?" said the 'smallest' one in the group that is wearing tan pants and a green madras shirt. As I think about it, I actually knew all of them. From oldest to youngest, there was Russell McClam, Jack Gordan, Brandon Arch, Cody Samson, and the well-known Kevin Russet.
"HEY GREASER, I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Russell yelled.
I didn't speak. Not one word came out of my mouth. But why should I? I like showing emotions physically, not really mentally. I pulled two of my sharpest switchblades.
"Ooo. Scary," Brandon chuckled along with the rest of his friends.
I started throwing them at their feet. What, when you have a weapon might as well use it. I'm not the person to bluff about using a weapon.
"Lady, you're crazy," Cody said in shock.
I shrugged and pulled on one of my famous lazy smirk that I could manage. I grabbed two more out of the same pocket; four in each pocket. I started throwing them showing that I honestly don't care what they were saying. Once that was done they walked backwards towards the sidewalk. You can tell when I'm angry: my eyes turn from light brown to black quickly.
"Might as well leave Russell, Jack, Brandon, Cody, and Kevin,"
That was the only thing I said to them giving everyone of those boys a glare, almost as if I'm reaching into their souls. I grabbed another pair of switchblades out of my other pocket. I turned around then pretended as if I was to throw them. They flinched and stumbled backwards. I watched how they ran away scaredy. I smiled at myself knowing I could crack them.
I picked up my four switchblades that I threw at them off the ground. I went to a bench and sat cleaning my switchblades, getting off the dirt and grass off of them. I started looking around if anyone saw that. Hopefully nobody did, otherwise I'll be in big trouble. . . again.
"Woah," a person mumbled behind the tall bushes.
I stood up, ready to attack, and looked at the exact same bush. Suddenly, seven guys fell out of the bush.
"C'mon Pony you couldn't hold your balance?" one questioned at a dorky looking boy.
"Sorry, but couldn't, so don't get mad at me," Pony said.
All you can hear is fighting and yelling. It reminded me of my home, yelling. . . arguing. . . stuff like that.
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FanfictionA teenager lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She grew closer to gangs than her family, she didn't mind. Nobody actually minded about that. It was the usual things happening everyday, until now. ---- She meet this gang that was caring and daring. Man, she h...
