“Guys like that just get under my skin” dicho Nathan. “They always come in shout, ‘who’s the strongest’ beat some guy up, claim the class, mover on, man” Marley Said. Nathan, Marley, Alec and Lindsay were close to where Grito hangs around. “Alec, why didn’t tu just take care of them?” Lindsay Asked. Alec signed and shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t get in anymore fights, and if I do, I have to make sure I don’t get caught, fighting in a classroom is too public” dicho Alec. After Alec finished talking, he noticed the West-side Dogs, walking past them. No eye contact was made, Alec didn’t want to fight, Lindsay knew to stay out of trouble, and Marley couldn’t careless but Nathan wanted to fight them, wanted to take back his class (Even if it’s technically impossible to claim a class por kicking some guys ass).
The West-side perros walked off into a warehouse (Very Cliché). “Hey, Canis” The gloved capucha, campana said. “Humo...? What are tu doing here? Did class 9H have nothing to offer?” Canis Asked. Humo smirked. “They were just low class fighters, only one guy really tried to take us on, him and his goons. Pollex took care of them easy” dicho Humo. Pollex was the tall guy with glasses, Virga has the baseball bat, and they are brothers, their last name is Compleo. Canis leaned back on his chair putting his hands behind his back. “This school is too easy, you’d think a creature o two would turn up and try to fight us” dicho Canis. “Well, I’m no creature but maybe I can give tu some excitement?”A Voice said. It was Nathan standing outside of the door.
“Humo... Who is this?” Canis Asked. Humo turned to Nathan. “Just some loser from 9H. Hey, leave now” dicho Humo. “Sorry, I just can’t do that. I’ve noticed that tu guys have been claiming classes for a while now, right? Well, I’m kind of tired of it so let me make this quick. Give up all the classes, shut down this little feistier and mover on, got it?” dicho Nathan. Canis was not impressed; he clinched his chair, keeping his anger in. “Virga! Pollex! Get rid of him, now! “Canis Shouted. The two bolted at Nathan, Virga swinging his baseball bat and Pollex clinching his fists. Virga swung, Nathan dodged it, and Nathan was quick, real quick. Pollex hit Nathan right on his back, he tumbled onto the ground. Pollex’s strength was incredible, but Nathan quickly tripped him over, and a large thud happened when he hit the ground.
Virga repeatedly swung his bat a Nathan, trying to land at least one hit. por the eleventh swing, Nathan grabbed the bat and pulled it from Virga’s grip, then instantly swinging it and hitting him on the head. Canis laughed, he liked the guts Nathan had, so he thought that he’d give him a gift. “Humo” dicho Canis. Humo, nodded. Nathan took a battle stance thinking that Humo was about to take charge, but before he knew it Humo was behind him. Nathan turned to see what was going on. Humo bit Nathan, on his shoulder. Nathan couldn’t think, couldn’t move, jus fall to the ground. “Now Valiente one, guess why we are called... “The West-side Dogs” dicho Canis with a smile on his face. Nathan gripped his shoulder, the pain wasn’t much but for some reason he started to black out, hearing chattering between Canis and Humo. When Nathan opened his eyes, he was in his bed.
The West-side perros walked off into a warehouse (Very Cliché). “Hey, Canis” The gloved capucha, campana said. “Humo...? What are tu doing here? Did class 9H have nothing to offer?” Canis Asked. Humo smirked. “They were just low class fighters, only one guy really tried to take us on, him and his goons. Pollex took care of them easy” dicho Humo. Pollex was the tall guy with glasses, Virga has the baseball bat, and they are brothers, their last name is Compleo. Canis leaned back on his chair putting his hands behind his back. “This school is too easy, you’d think a creature o two would turn up and try to fight us” dicho Canis. “Well, I’m no creature but maybe I can give tu some excitement?”A Voice said. It was Nathan standing outside of the door.
“Humo... Who is this?” Canis Asked. Humo turned to Nathan. “Just some loser from 9H. Hey, leave now” dicho Humo. “Sorry, I just can’t do that. I’ve noticed that tu guys have been claiming classes for a while now, right? Well, I’m kind of tired of it so let me make this quick. Give up all the classes, shut down this little feistier and mover on, got it?” dicho Nathan. Canis was not impressed; he clinched his chair, keeping his anger in. “Virga! Pollex! Get rid of him, now! “Canis Shouted. The two bolted at Nathan, Virga swinging his baseball bat and Pollex clinching his fists. Virga swung, Nathan dodged it, and Nathan was quick, real quick. Pollex hit Nathan right on his back, he tumbled onto the ground. Pollex’s strength was incredible, but Nathan quickly tripped him over, and a large thud happened when he hit the ground.
Virga repeatedly swung his bat a Nathan, trying to land at least one hit. por the eleventh swing, Nathan grabbed the bat and pulled it from Virga’s grip, then instantly swinging it and hitting him on the head. Canis laughed, he liked the guts Nathan had, so he thought that he’d give him a gift. “Humo” dicho Canis. Humo, nodded. Nathan took a battle stance thinking that Humo was about to take charge, but before he knew it Humo was behind him. Nathan turned to see what was going on. Humo bit Nathan, on his shoulder. Nathan couldn’t think, couldn’t move, jus fall to the ground. “Now Valiente one, guess why we are called... “The West-side Dogs” dicho Canis with a smile on his face. Nathan gripped his shoulder, the pain wasn’t much but for some reason he started to black out, hearing chattering between Canis and Humo. When Nathan opened his eyes, he was in his bed.
I just really like this picture, no special connection to the story. haha
Never did I think that the person I was to face would be the beginning of a war I never wanted to get involved in.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what tu think of it, please?
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Have tu felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until tu burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! tu will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have tu felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until tu burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! tu will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
But I guess this is the price for not agreeing with a vampire.
"Do you see the "Game Over"sign?
