Blood Thirsty

I have been going to Cambie Public School since I was seven.

Never had there been any acts of violence or any drug cases. That is until the coming of Mr. Rudy. Yes, the name does fit him well and he was more than just rude. He was known for stretching not your ears, but your nose if you did anything wrong. He was about six feet and a very well built man. Along with him came his beautiful assistant Miss Rosy.

For awhile he kept his vulgar acts well hidden and trained many boys to become bullies by teaching them that the only way to succeed in life is to be mean and cruel. I know all this as my best friends John, Tariq and I had been invited to join their gang. John refused but Tariq and I, Zack thought it would be cool but we had no idea of what was to come.The gang formed was called ‘spit fire’ and soon began to dress in a gothic manner. We all dyed our hair black, wore black and the girls began wearing heavy black makeup along with black nail polish.

Though I was not the type to linger with such people I followed what all the ‘cool people’ were doing. Soon Johnny Depp was chosen as our leader and we began having weekly meetings.My mother being extremely religious and my father a strict man soon began to worry but I told them that it was all in the name of fun.

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Soon Johnny told us that we were to change our color to red. ‘Red hair!’ my mother screamed. After a lot of persuasion and careful pleading I fit right in with the group.At the next meeting Johnny said that there was going to be an election to elect council members. They were to be the ‘tasters’ he said. No one knew what he meant but it wasn’t long before we found out. ‘The Derskey boy has been harassing Tom Loker and it should not take long to find him!’ was what he said.

The next day Pippi Longstocking, a girl of massive size dragged him to Johnny. ‘Excellent! ‘ he praised.’ ‘You shall pay’ he hissed to Derskey and took a gun out. Before anything could be said Johnny had already killed him. ‘Has anyone in the crowd ever de-skinned a chicken? If you have you would find it very easy to de-skin a skinny boy of thirteen.’ He cried.Just then Mr. Rudy appeared out of nowhere with a group of fifteen armed men and said it was nothing to be worried about.

He was just there to teach them all how to de-skin. ‘Anyone who tries to escape will be next’ Mr. Rudy warned. Tariq and I looked at each other and as there was no need of anything to be said we both quietly walked to the nearest exit. Unfortunately for us, there was an ox of a man waiting for us.

Mr. Rudy saw us and laughingly said, ‘Ah…. With these two there should be enough to go around.

‘ He laughed cruelly and threw us into a storage room.As we were in there we thought of a way to get out but alas, our hopes vanished. We both sat there and decided that if we were to die, we might as well die with honor…..

…..Luckily they had thrown us into what seemed to be a garden shed.

There was a wide array of weapons to choose from. Tariq chose a hoe to fight with and I a shovel with a sharp end.The moment came, we stood up tall and as the door opened we aimed our weapons at the throat. As we killed them, ten more guards appeared and I don’t know how but we did manage to defeat them. The next thing I remember is sirens in the distance and waking up in a hospital room surrounded by cards and flowers. How we got away I’ll never know……….