1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

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"alison

come on." i looked down from the balcony and i see rock holding a

girl's wrist. i grinned, put down my sketch book and looked at

them. this was going to be good. "i'm sorry baby. i wouldn't do

it anymore."

"have

you said that to the other three?" she asked pulling her wrist

away.

"i

promise i'll stay true." right; like that would happen.

"and

you promised you wouldn't smoke, drink or do drugs either."

"i

never did drugs baby." what about the other two things she

mentioned rock? good luck trying to get the alcohol out of your

eathe and the weed out of your pocket. damn he doesn't know

anything about girls. i know more about them and i'm a guy. i

looked at the girl and saw she smacked rock in the face them walked

off. i couldn't help but laugh. rock looked up and saw me. he was

pissed. he walked to the door down below and entered. you could hear

him storming up from the bottom level, five levels under me. i was at

the top level which was the 6th

floor. then he slammed opened the door. everyone in the room looked

at him as he entered.

"what's

wrong rock?" sean asked. he was the guy you could talk to if you

have a problem. when he has a problem though, stay clear of him. the

rage of a 16 was wild. i laughed, remembering when i was 16. it

wasn't that long ago but it seems like it. he had black hair with

red strips and blue eyes. he was a smart kid and still is at times.

his parents think we turned his mind over to the bad side of life. we

did nothing. it was his choice.

"pretty

boy let me get dumped," he said pointing to me. i don't know how

i got that nickname. rock was a clam guy who loved to hit on

oads.

everyday he comes in telling us about some new

oad of his. he

especially loves blondes. at the dx once, he hit on a girl and her

boyfriend was working there! i shook my head at that memory. his hair

was funny. he had half bleached and the other half black. reminds me

of a cow if the bleached spots were white. he has hazel eyes.

"it

wasn't my business," i answered and went back to sketching.

"so

how did she find out?" nick asked.

"i

don't know," he answered as he sighed and sat down. "deal me

in." i looked over and saw the guys dealt him in. we may not looked

like it but we're the toughest gang in this city. we pretty much

own the town. well, they do. i just happened to be the younger

other of the leader. life may seem easy for us in a way. we own

this whole apartment thanks to me and shadow, which is not his real

name. this real name is michael but we call him shadow because he

hides himself in the shadows and sometimes doesn't talk much. i

said sometimes. he's 18, going on 19 next week. we're going to

throw him a birthday party if i ever finish this book. he has

surprising bleach blonde hair and blue eyes.

i

worked for a fashion company and they ask me to design clothes. i get

about $500 dollars for one book. yes, i know that seems like a lot

for one little sketch book with maybe a hundred pages. since we're

on the topic of me, my real name is anastasia. yes, that's a girl's

name and i hate it. as for a nickname, i liked being called sai. my

mother wanted a girl so bad but she got stuck with two boys. then as

i grew up, my body was weird. i have to wear girl clothes because

boy's clothes will not fit me. guy's clothes are way too big.

people love making fun of me for wearing girl clothes. and the sad

part is they can't tell if i'm a guy or girl. i got off the

balcony and went into the bathroom. i had long dark red hair and blue

eyes. i was 17 and one of the people that worked in this gang. shadow

was the other person.

"hey

anastasia, going to grow a beard so people can tell you're a guy?"

mark asked. he was the one who likes talking back a lot. it's

because of his mouth his parents kicked him out of the house and now

he lives here with us. i think he has a job but i don't know. he

never talks about it. he is best friends with two-bit matthews, who

is coming over later. double trouble and they're both 18! i went

over to him and smacked him in the head and ran back to the balcony.

i could hear him complaining i mess up his previous

own hair. he

had

own eyes to go with his hair. i closed the door and sat on the

railing again, near my colored pencils. i continued my outfit design.

i had to turn in a book every six months. i was designing the fall

and winter clothes now. it's weird a guy is deigning clothes. oh

well.

"hey

sai." i turned around and see my

other, willow. he too has a girl

name but he can easily say call him will. plus willow sounds like a

guy's name too. my

other was tough. he was 19; he took great care

of me and kept this gang organized. he ran away from home when he was

16. after that, i was abused my both our parents. he came back and

saved me though. i'm not mad at him. i see why he ran away. he had

black hair like our dad. i didn't looked like neither of our

parents. he came and sat down next to see and looked at what i was

drawing. he was the toughest one in the group but he cared for me

unlike some of them in there. "looks good kid," he said. he liked

my drawings. in fact, he encourages me to keep drawing and he

supports me. i know; sounds more like a soft

other than a hard ass

leader.

"thanks,"

i said as i sent it down and took out a weed from my pocket. i

offered my

other one and he took it. he lit both of ours and we

began smoke. "it's due next month and i have only four more to

design. i have to finish this one. i'm trying to finish it so i can

have the money for shadow's party."