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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 1:39 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 1:41 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 9:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 7:13 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 8:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 8:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 8:24 pm
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Chapter 2:
My life was never full of warm milk and honey from the beginning.
My parents fought all the time and would always take their angry on each other on me.
Why may you ask? They are idiots. I hated them, which is why I left home 4 years ago.
I roamed around the streets for awhile and eventually become a drug addict.
Later that year a old lady was kind enough to let me in her home, her life, everything.
I was grateful. I eventually attended school again, but it became difficult.
Everyone around me didn’t accept me because I left my parents. I became an outcast.
My life was in ruins, there was no purpose, until I met Lee Sang eun oppa. He was 2 years older than me; I soon found out that he was a gang leader of a gang called the White Tigers.
He treated me like I was his own dongseng and always protected me when I was in trouble and eventually taught me how to fight. 2 Years later he was killed by another gangster leader.
I don't know his name, but when i find out he is going to pay. I took over Oppa's leadership ever since.
Although I am well known, no one knows my true identity at school, except for my best friend Vanessa.
She is vice leader of our gang, without her I wouldn't be here.
She is dearest to me. We hid our face when we fight so at school no one knows who we really are.
I like to keep it that way.
-The next day-
"Bye Aunty!" I yelled as i ran outside the door.
"Bye Yoora! Be a good girl now!" Aunty shouted.
Yes. Good girl...I wish.
I scampered across the road and sprinted down the road. From far away I can clearly see the front school gates closing, I panicked and shoved a little boy over and stole his skateboard.
*pfffssshhhh*
I threw the skateboard away and quickly squirmed in and sighed in relief.
Happy over my new record i skipped to class without a worry in the world.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 8:26 pm
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mmm re-reading this...I reckon it's kinda crap. rofl
Chapter 3 - The b*****d
I love school, at school I can be who i want to be.
At school I can be who I am.
At school I am free.
At school I am happy.
Though, as soon as i step outside those gates my life turns around.
I become unfriendly.
I become someone I am not.
Someone, who hates everyone,
Someone like..., my parents.
I dread it, which is mainly why I try to spend as much time as I can at school.
"Yoora yah! Flute starts in 5 minutes!" Vanessa yelled across the hallway.
I smiled as I gave her a nod and closed my locker clutching on my flute case tightly.
Flute is my life. I love playing it; it's one of my weaknesses....
Pffft as if any gangsters are going to go around playing flute anyway.
-After school-
I ran home and flung open the closet and pulled out my black mask which covered my mouth and nose and only my eyes could be seen.
I quickly tied my hair up and pulled on my heels, within 10 minutes I had crawled outside the window and was on my way to our hideout.
"Yah! You know what to do." I snarled as I stared at each one of my members. They all nodded and sprinted off in all directions.
My mission today was to kill some guy that another guy hates, probably because of girl problems or some sh!t. I don’t really give a fark anyway.
I swiftly turned around and bolted down the alleyway and leaned against the wall.
-An hour later-
*stares at watch*
Fcuk, where is that guy? We should've killed him at least an hour ago. I twitched and cracked my knuckles. I hated waiting.
Suddenly a guy strolled past no younger than 24 years of age. I smirked as I took out my gun and aimed it at him. He turned and darted his eyes towards me.
Sh!t.
I quickly crouched down behind the tree but it was too late, the guy had already started sprinting down the road. Luckily I had been training to run around with heels on and soon caught up to him. As I held up my gun and was about to pull the trigger I was tackled by a dark shadow and before I knew it I tumbled to ground.
I quickly looked up the guy was gone.
Fark. Mission failed.....
I quickly got up and aimed my gun at the guy that tackled me. He had a dark blue bandana on which covered his hair and he too was wearing a mask.
Though I could still see his eyes, they were the most bright blue, probably contacts.
"WHO THE FARK ARE YOU?" I said coldly still aiming my gun at them.
"That's for me to know and you...to find out." He said coolly. I smirked as I clutched on to the gun tightly.
This b*****d is gone...
Suddenly, to my surprise he pulled out a flute and started playing it. I stood there shocked and dumfounded and found myself dropping down to my knees.
"Stupid b*****d..." I whispered before I blacked out.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 6:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 3:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:37 am
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