30 April 2012
I knew what it was. I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to think that I was holding one in my hands. I closed my eyes and retracted my arm, still holding it. I opened my eyes. In my hands, I held a small pistol. I don't know why, but I had a feeling I was going to have to use it. I pulled out another small clear bag. But this one contained bullets. I put the gun, and the bullets in the pocket of my jeans, zipped up the bag, and slung it over my shoulder. I wanted nothing more to do with this. If it was putting our lives in danger, then it was better off gone. I wandered outside, Jonny's truck was gone. There was no way I could find him on foot, or by skateboard. Then I noticed the motorcycle parked up next to the wall, I smiled. Tony taught me how to hot-wire a vehicle a couple of years ago. I could vaguely remember how. As I was about to get the engine working, a very tough looking man came racing round the corner.
"Hey Punk!! That's my ride!!"
"Oh shit!" I cried.
My hands were going so fast to try and do this, come on!! Then, the engine began to rev! I hopped on, and was away!
"Woo Hoo!" I screeched at the top of my lungs.
"You won't get away with this!" The man yelled after me.
But he wasn't my number one worry right now. Finding Jonny. That was my number one worry.
Skaters and Haters-Chapter 18 • Opuss № I