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Chapter 3 - The beginning of the End.

It was just like any other day. Gerald was running down the streets of Algonuin. He ran into all kinds of people. Most of them insulted him and were angry stupid because he fell their goods. Well all that did not matter to him. Oh wait it is me. I was running away from a group of school bullies. 'The infamous six' Josh, Jake, Jared ,Tommy, Junior and Jacob. Hmm. I wonder why Tommy is the only one without a 'J' in his name.

I stopped and dived into a trash can in a dark alley way. Pain shot up from my left arm but I pushed it down. Because I did not want to sell out my location. Then, they stopped at the two ends covering any possible escape. "Where did that NatWest go?"

I don't not even know who asked that question but I am glad. "He can not be too far from here." "Fan out and find him." Then, they began looking under every nook and cranny. Usually, they would just give up and leave. "Hey boss. Our Tweety bird told us he usually hides in one of these trash cans. I'd reckon that's his home."

I peeked from under the lid of the trash can. My heart thumped in my chest at the very thought of them finding. Why? Because whoever was talking about Tweety Bird was right in front of me. He was standing right there facing the other way. I could see the edge of a barbed bat on his left side. Now is the perfect time to panic. I hid slowly so he would not hear a thing. There was silence for a long time and I did not know what was going on and at the same time, I did not want to peek.

"So you reckon so?" What do they mean? "Alright, light it up." Light what up? There was only one trash can in this alley and I am hiding in it. Then, I heard a click and the metal open and shut with a loud bang. I also heard chains dragging on the ground. "Lets see him get out of that." "Scrum. It the cops." I heard them run away and heat began taking over my body. I tried to kick the can open but nothing was happening. The fire was spreading quickly and my clothes caught on fire.

Wait a minute, Rewind. So you have a lot of questions. Well I will answer most of them in time. But lets begin with how all this started. So on that day, I arrived late as usual. I was stinking from hiding in a trash can and wounded. But that wound was not from the infamous six, it was from my parents. Usually, you expect your parents to be loving and careful. But not the case with me. My dad is a drunkard and my mom a crazy woman. Best say that. So when I arrived home all stinking, my bonked my left arm with his bottle of beer and my mom hit the same arm with the edge of a slasher.

Crazy, right? Then after that, I was thrown out to the street. I had to sleep in the cold outside. Gradually, I became immune to colds and flu. I sat at my seat. Do you know where it is. It is at the edge of the classroom and the furthest distance from my desk mate. To be true, I do not even have a desk mate. I used to have a girlfriend but she dumped after insulting in the most heartbreaking way. And just to add a bit of salt to the injury, she did it in front of the whole school. Right at the middle of the hallway, between the stairs going right up to the next floor. Students laughed including the teachers and the principal. My desk is made of very old wooden boards. To be fair I have had the same desk since Third grade and now I am almost going to high school.

Just one more grade to go. So after sitting on my desk, my eyes were drooping because I did not get much of sleep last night. And before I even knew it, I had already dozed off only to be woken by a slap to the cheek. And it was the usual. Miss Veronica was only who would do that. Why? She was the class teacher. After being slapped, I did not really need to be told what to do next. I just stood up and headed to the janitor's closet. I bumped into him along the way and as usual he insulted me for a stinky, stupid, miserable and rampant kid. I wish I knew the meaning of Rampant. But I was already used to the insults and I just entered the closet and took the mop and the bucket. I walked to the wash room and began mopping the floor and unclogging the toilets and then went to the principals office.

But while cleaning the wash room I did pick up a note written by Tommy about vandalizing the school's computer room. I put in my pocket to throw it in the bin but I forgot and it went on an adventure with me to the principal's office. After receiving heavy that would deal heavy blows on my emotions, I left the office and stuck my hand in my pocket to pull out the note and dispose of it. It was not there. I looked and saw it as the door quickly shut. Then, I heard footsteps and Tommy was called to the office. After school, I walked the opposite side from home and they were following me. I began running and they chased. Either way I knew I was finished. And so we are back here friends. I believe I did what you call snitching.

But any way Goodbye friends. Its been great spending time with you. Tears trickled down my cheeks because of the excrutiating pain I was feeling by then.