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.