As normal, the dance floor was preety still.

 

It was one of those dances at high school that was very odd, full of people kind of just bouncing on the balls of their feet, looking scared and unhappy. Most of the people not dancing were kinda avoiding each others eyes. It was like everyone on the dance floor was a total idiot, with no idea where to place their hands or move. Like a tank full of gasoline, useless unless someone threw a match on it. Not that I was gonna do anything. I was the type of person who just kinda sat there, watching everyone, playing bouncer.

 

Emi stole a glance at me, her eyes lightening quick and angry. The boy she had been dancing with had just recently switched partners to another girl, one not quite as chubby, not quite as brown skinned. This other girl was blond, atrractive, thin, aristocratic. Mostly, in fact everything Emi wasn’t. Her make-up was now more then allitle messed up, masscara dripped down her face. Her hair was in wild dissaray, and her gothic dressed was wrinkled and no longer suductivly smooth in an unnatural way. She looked at me again, still angry, still dieing to disscuss and tell me what a total dick this guy was, and how I was totally right and she was sorry, and how she hated him, and I did my best to ignore it. Of course, the instant she caught me looking back she assumed that meant I was intrested, and  began to blabber.

 

“I’m so sorry I should have belived you, your wise for a dude, you don’t know what a total dick that guy was, please-”

“Don’t worry about it. Water off a duck’s back and all that. Just, please. I don’t want to hear it.” I grimiced. I just wanted to get payed what They had agreed to pay me. After getting payed this time I could have enough money for at least another book at Barnieys. Another book to read next to a nice mug of tea. Or maybe a notebook to write in at lunch, something to distravt me from the hate directed towards me. 

“Oh…..Sorry.” Emi looked hurt, and normally I would have apoligized because of her hurt, but right now I was hungry and tired, and all I really wanted was for something intresting to happen so I could dance, or for everyone to leave. Besides, hearing the angry voice of the singer hired for tonigts get togethor and watching these people dance that bad hurt me. My eyes and ears were repulsed by it, and I’m not saying I can dance, but I have to say that I don’t think I was too retarted to put my right foot in front of my left in a way that made me look good. Instead everyone was acting like a total idiot and trying to dance like they saw in a rap music video. The girls pretending to be hochies, the guys pretending to be thugs, Emi pretending not to care, me trying not to vomit.

I contined to sit on  the bleachers, hugging my knees with one arm and drinking my soda concotion with the other hand. I just sat there, waiting for something to happen.

I wasn’t expecting this. As if in answer to my prayer, Emi left and was replaced by some boy who prompetly sat next to me and nodded in my direction. My heart oddly starting beating hard, and I clutched myself a tiny bit tighter, as if to keep myself to moving closer to him. Just about everything about him was seductive. He was sex in human form. His skin was dark, kind of a redish brown, and his face was kind of Indian. He had great muscle tone, broad shoulders and a cute face. No, not a cute face. Once again, sex personified. His face was almost perfect, as perfect as a humans can get. And he was sitting next to me.

I deliberated about wether or not I should speak for about ten minutes. He just sat there and smiled at me, waiting for me to talk first. I fourced myself to look him in the eyes and almost got lost. He really was sexy. When I finnaly said “Hullo, how are you?”, he smiled, saying “Hey.”

Then he kissed me.

He was great, glorious. Just his lips on mine had me addicted. I pressed myself against him, turning so that I could si in his lap. He had so easily manuvered me. And just as suddenly it was over. He smiled and said “My names is Rettah Dam.” He thrust a paper in my hands and dissapeared, leaving me with a buzz on my lips and a satisfied feeling in my stomach.

 

I just kinda sat there, happy and content, until Emi got back. She was dragging the Dick with her, and he curled his lip at me as if to say See?? She won’t leave me, even when it’s obvius I don’t give a fuck about her, and she runs off too you crying. I’m set for life.  Emi smiled at me, glanced at him and back to me, then said “we’ve made up, don’t worry about it. Everything’s all right.” Her smile got bigger, and then she said “Want me to grab you more punch Hunk??”

I almost gagged. The Dick’s real name was Hank, but did I really want to hear a friend of mine call her boyfriend Hunk?? Hell no!! Especially one that made me want to crawl away and vomit in a nearby hole.

“Thanks Tits.”

Did I say vomit?? What I meant was vomit blood. And gouge out my eyeballs with wooden tweasers.

“Okay.” Trusting him like a doting owner trusts a destructive Chiwauwa she left him with me. His kind eyes turned hateful, his mouth twisted to a snarl. I flipped him off, then said “Okay, sense she obviusly doesn’t know what’s in her best intrests let me say this. You really, really need to shot yourself. Please, Do me a favor and use a bullet to take you a ride to hell.”

He smiled and spat in my face. “Go drown Oreo. What do you know??”

I wiped the spit from my face, then lashed out. I knew Capoeira. I did an  S-Dobrado, grabbing the bleacher with my left hand, dived down on my left leg and pulled the other one in a circular motion in front of me. Moving more quickly, I shifted my wight to my right hand and dragged my right hip in one continuous motion, followed by me lifting my right hip up, pushing forward to use my feet to sail toward the Dick. He fell down, my legs blocking his wind pip. He shoved me off, then swung at me and I dodged, then followed with a Martelo, lifting my right knee and turning about 180 degrees on the ball of my left foot, then quickly snapping my right leg and hitting him squarly on the head. He went down with a bang, and one of the people watching screamed. I looked up, the adreniline leaving my system, and saw that it was Emi. She was paralyzed, the punch in her hand shaking violently. She started to run over, dropping the punch in her hands and dashing over.

I stared at the cup as it fell down, spilling it’s contents into the air.

 

Venice, Italy

On a hot July day in Italy, many people came to Lafayette’s resterante. With it’s famous entertainment, delicious food, and large, classic space, it was the perfect place to eat and chat, and a perfect place to eat and chat, making it a local hangout for both the young and the old.

It is also the place the GTDG often meets.

The GTDG, aka the Global Terrorist Defense Group, is actually a group full of adults and, well, kids, typically kids from the age of 10-18, at the age of which they are allowed to decide what class squad they want to join. Anyone who joins is handpicked at the age of 7 and trained at the base, known a Gale, the location of which can’t be disclosed. In any case, the current group of which these tales are about are veterans of their own special skills, be it hacking, torture, or fieldwork. Three of these people already knew each other.

They’re real names cannot be disclosed, but we will call them these names. They are, Henry, a military leader who rivals almost all heads of security anywhere. He is 29 and engaged to the secretary of the boss of the GTDG, who we will call HEAD. David, the emotionless, conscienceless man of eternal hatred. He kills with out even feeling any remorse. Fred, an 8 year old perverted drug addict, who is an amazing hacking genius who’s role-model is the HEAD. And Rafael, who’s obsession over money is only rivaled by his cunning mind and incredible torturing skills. He’s not even close to being a genius like Fred, but he understands emotions and puts them against his enemy’s, but his main friend is David. They were all trained in 7 forms of martial arts, know French, German, Italian, Japanese, Korean, Russian, and Swahili.

And they all met for a briefing from Henry, conveniently put in Lafayette’s resterante. A blond haired waiter named John came up to them and asked, in an falsely cherry voice, “what can I get you?”

“I’ll take a pizza, only cheese.” Rafael said.

“The diablo pizza for me.” David said, his left hand slyly reaching for the pistol in his left pant-leg.

“David!!” Henry chided, and David instantly, abeit reluctantly, clasped his hands on the table.

Henry nodded, then said “A nice salad for me.”

“I wha a-” Fred began.

“Nothing. He’s on a much needed diet.” Rafael said, poking Fred chubby little stomach.

Fred patted his stomach while everyone else laughed.

Where is everyone?

No I’m not on drugs or anything, I’m wondering how the hell people in the world are siurviving with the growing threat of global warming, and how people can say it should be stopped as they sit on they’re ass and keep all they’re stuff plugged in. How can people live with the knowledge that they are contributing to something that is drasticly changing our lives? Is it me? Am I insane? Am I just listening to the ideas of hippies? Am I some kind of new child, a project of insanity and too much exposure to the wrong books, newspaers and magaziens?

I think not.
So America, if  a 14 year old boy is making some serious, major changes in his own life to attempt to change my green house gas emmsions, why can’y you?

Get off your ass, start pulling some of the weight, and shape up, or this planets gonna die, and fast.
Thanks for listening. You got this all from the cats mouth.

Mom sorry for swearing.

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