I whistle a tune and strut through a house. It's a nice house , big , something me and my mom would look at on the telly and imagine living there one day.
Mom. Her dark hair and eyes and tan skin and her dazzling smile.
My thoughts are interrupted when I hear a creak. I turn swiftly and pull my knife out.
"Get out "
The boy with the eyepatch and hat says boldly. What's his name again ... Calum , Cory , C.. Carl that's it.
"Excuse me "
"I said get out "
I walk up to him and look him in the eye he's slightly taller than me so I have to look up a little.
"You need to back up. We killed 2 of yours and you killed far more of ours and we're taking half your shit. You're lucky we're not taking half your shit and lining up all the boys over 14 and putting a bullet through their head. So just remember how lucky you are kid "
He flinches when I call him kid.
He looked in my eyes and says loudly
"I know you're not really evil , deep down your a sweet innocent little kid. Youre not ruthless at all."
"You don't know me "
I growl at him and push him into the wall.
"Nobody knows me"
