“Walker, get over here!” the man was quite tall, and looked like he owned some authority. “Look man, the boss doesn’t exactly appreciate newcomers, so just keep quiet, and let me do the talking, ok?” Walker kept silent. They were in an alleyway as they walked up to the metal door, on the front read: “die trying.”
“Hey, what’s-up man,” another equally dangerous looking man greeted him with a “handshake”. “Who’s the new guy?”
“A friend man, he’s cool. We got to go talk to big boss, so I’ll catch you later.”
“Kay man, enjoy the party,” he walked over to several young girls to converse.
Walker was indeed amazed what happened in and around the capital, he was only sixteen and was beginning to open his eyes to the social life around him. The room was filled with people, almost overflowing. Lights flared and music blasted. Alcohol and drugs littered the room from wall to wall.
“This is it, now remember, no talking,” he opened the door to a small office like room. It was quite dark, but there was nothing much to see. In the room were a desk and a chair, quite empty for the size.
“Who you got for me this time Juno?” the man was facing the wall, his back facing Walker.
Juno walked over to the man’s side to whisper into his ear. He was too soft for Walker to eavesdrop.
The man spun around the chair, he had a smile on his face as he pulled the trigger.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
“Walker, get over here!” the man was quite tall, and looked like he owned some authority. “Look man, the boss doesn’t exactly appreciate newcomers, so just keep quiet, and let me do the talking, ok?” Walker kept silent. They were in an alleyway as they walked up to the metal door, on the front read: “die trying.”
“Hey, what’s-up man,” another equally dangerous looking man greeted him with a “handshake”. “Who’s the new guy?”
“A friend man, he’s cool. We got to go talk to big boss, so I’ll catch you later.”
“Kay man, enjoy the party,” he walked over to several young girls to converse.
Walker was indeed amazed what happened in and around the capital, he was only sixteen and was beginning to open his eyes to the social life around him. The room was filled with people, almost overflowing. Lights flared and music blasted. Alcohol and drugs littered the room from wall to wall.
“This is it, now remember, no talking,” he opened the door to a small office like room. It was quite dark, but there was nothing much to see. In the room were a desk and a chair, quite empty for the size.
“Who you got for me this time Juno?” the man was facing the wall, his back facing Walker.
Juno walked over to the man’s side to whisper into his ear. He was too soft for Walker to eavesdrop.
The man spun around the chair, he had a smile on his face as he pulled the trigger.