Different Breed

Different Breed Part Three

"Sir, the thing is that... I was adopted, by a good family. Javan is my adoptive brother, you see. I've been with The Narteys all my life, they are second to none but I always felt something was missing. I will find my biological family, but I had to start here" Milton courageously spoke

"You speak with such tenacity and fire, just like the people in Bermuda. I understand why you wanted to find your biological origins. I just hope you succeed in what you wish to accomplish" The doctor genuinely stated

"Thank you, take care, sir. Oh I owe you about £40" Milton said as he got up, and reached into his back pocket

"Keep your money. Call it even when you find your biological family" The doctor grinned. With that, Milton exited the laboratory.

Milton stepped out of the centre. The weather was slightly cold, but bright. The sky was Ice blue in colour. Romone was stamping the ground, full of rage

"What's up, star?" Milton asked. Romone hesitated to speak; he was that angry

"Look at my car!" Romone barked. Milton turned his head to the right. Not only was Romone's brother's back window smashed from the two-by-four wood from earlier, but someone had stolen the two back tyres.

"Oh my days! So now what" Milton asked, looking around for help

"Wait a second. Look at the end of the road, my brother's friend's garage is nearby, I recognise that restaurant. We got to push this car down there" Romone suggested

"No way, star. I'm not doing it. This damn car ways 3 sumo wrestlers" Javan argued

"Look bro, do you want to go home, or not?" Milton asked, as he got behind the boot of the car. Romone followed him. Javan shook his head and they proceeded to push the car down. The car seemed to way three sumo wrestlers, and moving at snail speed

"So what did you talk to the doctor about?" Javan asked Milton in agony, as they pushed the car down the road

"Just discussing why I wanted this done, you know. It's the first step to knowing who I am" Milton struggled to say as they pushed the car

"Romone, does your brother jam in Kent or something?" Javan asked [JAM means to "chill" or "relax"]

"Sometimes, He used to go to the university here init?" Romone replies

"Ok, to the right". The boys managed to turn the car to the right. Cars of all shapes and sizes pushed the horns of their steering wheels, producing ear-piercing sounds. Javan barked "JOG ON!" and each car either made a u-turn or went the opposite way, or they overtook the teenagers. As they push the car, Milton notices something and stops, causing the car to come to a halt.

"What you on, man? Stop being long and let's carry on" Javan barked. Milton crossed onto the pavement. Romone and Javan quickly followed. It was one of Romone's tyres that are punctured but not flat, resting on the sidewalk. In white paint on the tyre, above it read "QUIT, BASTARD"

"Allow me man! This is not happening to my life. What is this crap?" Romone moaned as he put both hands behind his head in disbelief

"This ain't a coincidence. I think someone wants me to fail" Milton declared

"You're losing the plot, star. Stay focused" Javan replied. The three teenagers then retreated to the car with two wheels, and commenced forward.

The boys returned home at 19:09. The cloudless sky was still reasonably bright, in an almost Navy blue colour, as a shine of Dark Yellow coloured rays filled the surroundings. Milton took off his hat as he and Javan stepped through the door