Parking lot Battle

[Henshir]

A crowd had formed.

There was an oval of students, standing at the parking lot. Evidently, in the ten minutes before the school day would start someone had already forced themselves into a fight. The two combatants were in punk styled outfits, leather jackets, bandannas, the whole nine yards. Exactly what they had started the fight about was not clear, but considering that the car closest to the fight was not only tricked out, but had a large scratch down the side, one could guess what it was about easily. They circled each other, fists up. Each trying to put on a tougher face that the other, bunching up their facial muscles until they both looked like mutant gorillas. Within the crowd, a suited boy found himself dissatisfied.

'These students are so high strung... A fight over a scratch on a car? Whomever's car it was could do so much more detriment to the other if he simply got the law involved.' Henshir though to himself, puzzlingly. His left eyebrow was slightly higher than his right, however, his face held little to no emotion other than that little detail. He was getting bored of watching these fighters stare each other down, trying to intimidate each other rather than attempting to cause harm to each other. Eventually, he found himself too fed up to do anything but take action. He couldn't stand to see people already trying to give the students a bad reputation in the eyes of the staff. Henshir didn't want to have to go through his school year having to fend of teachers because they assumed he was rebellious.

The formal Junior cut away from the crowd, circling the outer rim until he got near the car. He would walk along the side of the parking lot a couple spaces, before stopping at a reserved spot. As he looked down in front of him, he saw a wooden sign, about a meter tall, painted white. It read: Reserved. Made sense.

The boy would bend down, grasping just below the plank part of the sign tightly. He bent his knees, keeping his back straight, and then thrusted upward. He tore the sign from the ground, a dirty pike lifting from the soil. He would then take hold of the sign just above the mudded pike, and begin to was back toward the car. His eyes went back to the crowd, which had begun to shout and cheer. Evidently, a bit of a fight had started. However, when Henshir caught a glimpse of the fighters in between people he couldn't help but notice they were merely wrestling. In one last shot of aggravation, he lifted the sign high.

*SMASH*

Everyone stopped making noise. Heads turned to look at Henshir, holding his sign right in front of a broken headlight. It belonged to the same car that had been scratched. In the silence, Henshir walked over to the other side. With a hard golf-swing, he took out the other headlight as well. He then dropped the sign, turning toward the crowd as they began to part. One of the fighters was laughing, while the other had veins popping out of his head. Henshir stood there, his face showing only annoyance. He could see the punk shaking in fury already, and within seconds he had charged forward full speed, yelling all the way. Henshir leaped upward, attempting to escape clear over the boy. As he raised, he felt the punk's fingers grab harshly onto his ankles. He was swung forward, and his back crashed into the car's windshield. It shattered, the flap of broken glass pushing into the car slightly. Henshir looked up at the opponent, who had already began to raise his hands above his head in the form of a hammer fist. He brought it down hard toward Henshir's softest of spots, located between his legs.

Instinctively, the Junior rolled backward, leaping back off the roof of the car and landing a few meters away. He would watch the punk climb up onto the car, and announce something.

"Ronnie, Carl, Jason! Let's waste this fucker!" he shouted. Three boys in not-so-formal attire parted themselves from the crowd, and went sprinting toward Henshir.

"God damnit..." Henshir cursed. He readied himself for the beating.

[jingwu]

Daniel was walking by looking at the schools campus and liking little what it had. 'Faults aside, this place is actually pretty decent.' Daniel said to himself. Daniel was wearing a white t-shirt with a short sleeved black button up, loose black jeans, and black sneakers. He also wore his trademark bandanna. Daniel had seen the large group of students and initially didn't care, that was until he heard someone call multiple guys on one person. Daniel hated unfairness, and wanted to see who was the one being attacked. He made his way through and saw Henshir. 'Crap, Henshir!' He said. An attacker neared Henshir and Daniel dashed in with an aerial side kick sending the attacker to the side. Daniel then stood next to Henshir in a traditional Xing Yi stance. Legs shouldered width apart the left staggered back and bent supporting the majority of the weight, his torso square, his left down, palm facing the ground open and bent so level with his stomach, his right out bent slightly and his finger tips just reaching his eyesight. "Well, the person who wanted to make no noise is now picking fights, hope this doesn't turn into a habit." Daniel said to Henshir waiting for the other attackers to come.

[Henshir]

Henshir's hands raised high, his face still withholding emotion. As he watched an attacker come in, his entire body loosened, and tightened in intervals. Once the attacker was getting close enough to hit, a white and black blur shot from the side. A thick thud of impact sounded to the crowd, who winced. A smirk would appear on Henshir's face, but only for a moment. As his eyes left the boy and glanced back at the four fighters, one of them struggling to get back up off the ground. He looked odd, his legs were parted about two feet more than shoulder width apart. His knees were bent, bring him about six inches lower. His arms were raised, pent and stiffened; ready to crack out like whips. To have one take such a vicious looking fighting position in a suit, he indeed looked odd.

"If one of these two boys had gained victory against each other, there would be a grudge among them. You know these types of kids only travel in crowds. We don't need riots within our school walls." Henshir said bluntly. His eyes shot left to a boy who was walking toward him quite fast. He dropped his weight back onto his right foot, lifting his leg off the ground. He leaped forward, landing and getting back into his stance within a couple meters of the punk. A fist came in suddenly; it forced Henshir to weave to the right. His fierce right knuckles were the jaws of a viper. Lashing in and catching his prey with clean velocity. He managed to hit him hard in his right eye, guaranteed to make it black. The boy stumbled back and fell hard. Down but not out.

"Cockroach!" Henshir shot sternly. He had already began to walk toward the punk, as he raised himself to his feet. Henshir's walk was stern, he held himself high and kept his hands down at his side. His face showed a slight amount of anger, and quite a lot of disdain. However, he could hear the quick footsteps of another punkish child coming up behind him. Figuring that Daniel would be too busy with the others to help him, Henshir rolled to the side quickly. Luckily, the cement was well kept and his suit did not get too dirty at all. As he raised back to his feet the boy began to turn himself around, but the original punk was already coming in with a kick aimed for Henshir's stomach. The Junior shot forward and too the right, the kick glanced off his side, sending a shot of pain through him.

'Lucky', Henshir didn't have time to think about that. As soon as his right foot had touched down, his left knee shot forward to the opening, slamming deep into the punk's stomach. The music of pounding flesh filled the air, as the boy leaned over. Henshir would quickly take this opportunity to be done with him. His foot would come back down to the ground, as his arm raised high, bent all the way so his elbow poked out. He bent down and brought his elbow hard down at the same time, slamming into the back of the boy's skull. It hurt slightly, but it definitely would hurt the boy more. This pain was amplified, of course, when his face slammed hard into the cement. Henshir began to bolt back to where his partner was, letting the other fight follow him and leave his compatriot behind.

Once Henshir had sight of Daniel, he came beside him, so that they could face the remaining punks together. He got back into his stance, readying himself to pounce.

[jingwu]

Daniel saw Henshir attack the others and take them out before anything else. Daniel smiled, he had just got a taste of what he would hope to see more of later. "So, we just assert ourselves as dominant and keep the peace? Or am I saying the opposite?" Daniel asked before two tried to attack him. One came at him his fist tightly curled and raised high about to be swung down. The attack came and Daniel intercepted with his right arm then with the left brought it under and with his thumb facing the attacker brought it down causing the arm to bend and Daniel made it go into his arm pit, and with both hands he used the thumbs of both hands and put the attacker in a back wrist lock.This cause the attacker much pain and yelped from the pain. Daniel then kneed the guy in his chest making the guygrab his chest and hit the ground.
Another came with a more defensive approach making sure to keep his distance and relying mostly on kicking Daniel. Daniel avoided the kicks with ease and waited. He got into his stance and waited for the next attack. The attacker came with a high right kick to his head, but Daniel quickly beat the attack by throwing his left to black the kick. He then swooped the left under and then threw his right to strike his joint, though didn't use full force so the attacker will just be sore, but Daniel got into it and went on to strike the attacker several times full force in the solar-plexus, throwing his hip into it and with both momentms created an explosive energies.
He let go and the attacker hit the ground. He then took his stance once again. "I am Daniel Wai, if any of you want to loose consciousness, then step forward, but if you just want to forget everything and get out of here I encourage it."

[Ralph]

Ralph had arrived at the circle of people a little late. He had been at another part of the school when some students found one of their friends and was excitedly shouting about a fight in the parking lot. They grabbed their friend and proceeded to run to the location. Ralph had been just sitting there listening to them, waiting for them to leave. The school was big, but Ralph knew where the parking lot was. It was hard to miss. As the loud students left Ralph raised his head the light blue headband keeping his hair out of his eyes. The light brown orbs scanned the area as he lifted himself of the ground. He brushed of his dark grey uniform as walked in the direction the noisy people had gone, walking at a steady pace. He placed his hands in his pockets as he walked towards the parking lot.

Ralph’s eyes stayed focused straight a head and in what seemed like a matter of seconds he was nearing the edge of the main part of the school. He Parking lot was in sight and with it the circle of kids around the fight. In a series of fast paced steps Ralph neared the edge of the circle, slipping his way through the students. He felt that pushing through them would be too much a waste of energy. He shifted and moved his way through the short human barrier and looked at the small number of students on the ground as the students that Ralph had meet earlier. They were doing well for themselves so; Ralph was going to stay out of the fight but, then on of the fallen student reached into his pocket. The semi-punk dressed person pulled out a switchblade and began to rise to his knees preparing to strike Daniel in the back. Ralph grunted and though the words, “No… honor.” to himself as he bolted from the inner edge of the circle.

The grey blur appeared next to the student and as the semi-punk kid heard the sound of quick steps he turned his head. A well place heel landed onto the boys face causing him to slam his face into the ground. The knife was still in the boys hand as he lay across the ground. Ralph broke the hand without a second thought, using the same heel to slam down onto his hand. As Ralph left foot remain on his hand the punk began a cry of pain. It was short lived as a spin kick of his right foot slammed into the side of his head right above the ear. He semi-punk was out cold and would have anything to a horrible headache to a concussion

Ralph looked towards Henshir and Daniel giving them a nod as he placed his right foot back on the ground. His hands had never left his pockets, but he was sure someone would come and attack him now that he had drawn attention to himself. . .

[Henshir]

Henshir listened, and soon found himself watching further displays of skill. This Daniel kid definitely had a lot of fighting skill behind him, Henshir caught a bit of that after he had ran back to him. His mind shot back to the comment he had made. Rather, the reply he had made. Henshir thought for a moment, then spoke.

"It's not to assert ourselves or make ourselves dominant. But to do our best to stomp out these little break outs without being identified." Henshir yelled. The boys were coming in closer, and a glint caught the corner of his eye. His eyes would widen, those hues of his lowering so that he could stare at the blade. His mind went into panic mode as he began to back off, when he noticed a strange movement behind him. He turned around, and the crack of vicious impact reverberated off the school walls. Henshir kept a serious face, but he nearly smiled.

"How intriguing, seeing both of you here!" The junior exclaimed, tightening his fists. One of the rebellious looking teens was closing in, directly at him. Henshir's eyes thinned, his face tightening with focus. As the boy lifted his foot to kick straight at the junior, he would leap forward into the air. The suited boy got quite high up, his leading left foot then lashing out with rather impressive speed. The ball of his dress shoe would slam hard into the brim of the boy's nose, and a crunch was heard as he tumbled back onto the ground. Henshir hit the ground, letting out a grunt as pain rang up from the bottom of his feet. Dress shoes were not designed to absorb impact.

"That's another one down."

[Ralph]

The crowd cheered as the three students finished the last of the gang. The black asphalt littered with the bodies of their fallen enemies. Ralph would have smiled had he not been disappointed with the lack of people to fight. He opened and clenched his fist looking from fallen boy to fallen boy. Ralph rested his eyes on the boy beneath his feet the making of a grin on his apathetic face. The grey dressed sophomore bent down and picked up the switchblade, a few strands of light brown hair falling of his headband. Ralph disliked weapons; they brought back bad memories some that played across his eyes as he looked at the blade. Slowly in a manner almost indistinguishable Ralph’s light brown eyes filled with anger.

He stood back up looking from the crowd and at the knife. All he could think off was how much he disliked these people, why did he even bother ending their squabbles. Maybe because he didn’t hate them, they were to blame. Ralph knew he just disliked them because of his memories, he was too sentimental. The sophomore would point the knife at the cheering crowd, some would jump in surprise. Others thought it was a cool gesture of victory cheering even louder. But, just as quickly as Ralph had pointed the blade he broke it across his knee. The blade part fell from the handle, clattering on the ground. The cheers turned to chanting because of the awesome display they had witnessed. This was the opposite that Ralph wanted.

Ralph looked past the crowd and noticed what looked like adults in the distance. This was not the best outcomes; the cheering crowd had no intention of letting them leave. Those growing dots must have been none other then teachers. A few words from the assembly entered Ralph’s mind, the part of how teachers would decided there fates did not bode well for the three. The grey student walked over to Henshir. Ralph nodded once more then turned towards the dots that were now doll sized, pointing them out to Henshir. Now would have been a good time to leave, but they crowd was still to busy cheering. Ralph just shrugged saying, “No luck…”

[jingwu]

Daniel remained in his stance, waiting to see if anyone else wanted to test him. So far no one came up, but his eyes saw something that made him think otherwise. Teachers, they were coming and Daniel knew it was best to keep what he does secret or be on watch continuously by the faculty.
"Guys, I don't know, but it probably be best to get out of here before those guys over there with too much authority think we belong on the black list." Daniel said to the others. "Settle what you got there and let's move." he said to them. He was preparing to back up when some punk who just came up behind him decided to grab him from behind at his waist.
Daniel was lifted above the ground, but this did not matter. Daniel formed a fist with one hand, and covered the back of one of the hands holding him. The covering it with his other hand, he began to grind on the back of his assailants hand. Doing this caused great pain to his attacker and let Daniel go to tend to his hand. Daniel dropped and landed on his feet. Daniel then took his stance and the proceeded to strike with varying kicks, round house, crescent, reverse crescent and finally a front snap kick to the lowers. "Anything goes when against me." Daniel then started to quickly and efficiently maneuver out of the crowd. "C'mon guys, we got to move!!" He yelled to the other two.

[Henshir]

Henshir was annoyed with the cheering. To have himself boasted like some hero, simply for mopping up a few punks seemed disgraceful. His eyes cut the crowd, his stern expression not bothering to change; even after victory. An expression of dissatisfaction fell over the face of the suited Junior, gradually as time passed. His eyes were averted from the crowd however, by Ralph. He seemed to wish Henshir to see something, and when he glanced over the crowd he noticed a pair of teacher approaching the crowd. They were getting quite close, too. Henshir began to move toward the edge of the crowd, when he was interrupted by a loud crack series of cracks, followed by a shriek of pain.

"FUCK!"

Henshir glanced over to the source of the voice, seeing that Daniel had very effectively taken out a punk he had not taken notice of. He stared, rather surprised for a moment before his mind clicked back into reality. His head snapped sideways fiercely, as he glanced back over the edge of the circular crowd toward the still-approaching teachers. Henshir's eyes caught sight of a familiar cocky grin, and he froze.

"H... Him?"

The junior's eyes twitched, as he found himself staring at the same teacher who had so readily slammed him into the floor at the assembly. His fists clenched at his side, twitching in random directions at very short intervals. He stood at a dilemma, and found himself staring down the middle of a very important fork in the road. He could run, end up okay, and simply allow that cocky bastard to yell about like he owns the place and know that the attackers fled at his presence. Or he could stand, fight, and most likely get the beating of a life-time. Of course in the second option he also ran the list of getting unwanted attention from the school staff. The last thing on his mind.

'Ah... fuck it!' Henshir thought. He threw himself to the left, getting out of the crowd forcibly rather than zigzagging through the bystanders. He hadn't even looked to see what type of kids he would be tackling, simply randomly heaving his entire form at an edge of the crowd. The boys stumbled back, two of them falling down while the other managed to regain his footing. Henshir was lucky to find that they were all freshmen, and didn't seem to be the type to mess with someone they had just seen challenge, and help take out a large amount of punks. Happy about his lucky break, Henshir began to sprint to the closest corner of the school to him. His suit cursed at him for treating it so poorly.

Once he had rounded the corner, Henshir allowed himself to slam his back against the wall. He sank down to a seated position, panting, with a bush to his right and left. He figured that would be enough of a temporary hiding place from the teachers, should they have followed. He would make himself known with a light whistle, should he see any of his compatriots come around.

[Nex]

Andrew had stayed at the bar again, helping the man set up as always, then walked to this Hallen High. He'd already ditched school the first day, completely just staying absent. The first day bullshit was never really worth it anyway. Teachers want to get to know the person, loading them with papers needing parent's signatures and all that lovely crap. Nothing something he really felt the extreme need to deal with. So, he'd simply missed school that day. Now he was walking to school in simple dress, dark green camo pants that could unzip to be shorts, and a dark blue button up over a black undershirt. Simple and effective. His backpack was being held up with one hand, slung over his left shoulder.

His walk to the school was rather uneventful, nothing much happened on the way to these places. Students were generally easily identifiable and people really didn't feel the need to screw around with them. After all their school system gave them enough practice with which to defend themselves, and if it didn't then they weren't wandering the streets anyway. A smile crossed his face as his mind reminisced and he looked forward, seeing the school parking lot easily visible. It was odd, because there was a crowd already formed. In the distance though were two distinct shapes coming towards that group. Taller and definitely built up more.

Teachers.

His hands clenched. He knew what was coming. He crossed the street without caring for cars, also ignoring the honks and beeps of the cars. His mind had focused in on the teachers, and he'd head for the one to move first. As he hit the grass leading to the parking lot, he dropped his bag by a tree. His stance shifted as well. Instead of walking on his whole foot, the heel was raised. He was walking on the joints and toes, giving him a height advantage, but also pushing him forward a bit. He waited for a break...

And was granted one moments later. A student in an apparently nice looking suit broke from the crowd and a teacher saw it. His vision narrowed and his body tilted forward. Powerful legs jabbed at the ground, the altered footsteps causing pure forward movement. Years of practice at this meant running with quicker acceleration and top speed. The only downside was he couldn't turn at angles, they had to be sharp lines and at very low degrees. This didn't mean much, he was heading on an intercept anyway. The student had dived around the school, inbetween that corner and were the teacher currently was, was where Andrew was going.

It took him about fifteen seconds to get there, his body blurring to the average human eye with full sprinting speed. The burning ended in his legs as he leaped up in a long running jump. His knees tucked up and aimed forward. His arms went out to arc behind him and gather force. The teacher that had been following the student had been running and was at the hallway as well. He turned upon hearing the running footsteps and his eyes widened to see something hurtling towards him at full speed. Knees impacted with his ribs, expelling all air and knocking him back and flat. Arms hooked forward, left fist slamming into his nose, right into his neck. Andrew's elbows then curved forward as well, repeating this. Even with that, it forced his weight down as the momentum continued, though greatly abated.

His arms burst out and his legs pushed, causing him to surge forward in a runner's rocket starting stance. The arm movement balanced him. He ran to the same corner the other student had gone to and literally turned to the side and let his shoes slide across the grass while his body leaned over. His arm reached down and his hand slid as well, keeping him relatively balanced and upright. When he stopped, he made a nice triangle figure with the ground. He moved quickly behind the corner as well and spun into the wall four feet from the other student.

"Well, that was fun, eh?"

[Ralph]

Ralph watched Henshir jump into the crowd. He disliked the thought of having to force his way out in the growing panic of the crowd. It wasn’t because Ralph couldn’t do it; it just seemed to be a hassle when a much easier means of travel was so readily available. As he walked over to Daniel a grand thought formulated in Ralph’s mind it was so simple to be easily forgotten. The bright brown haired student tapped Daniel on the shoulder, pointing a thumb towards the car with two broken tail lights. Ralph wanted Daniel to follow him and made it quite apparent with a nod of his head in the cars direction. The young man gazed at his stead of battle for a moment, an expression that might have been the makings of a smile creeping onto his face. The expression passed quickly as the grey uniformed student walked over to the driver’s side door.

Ralph raised his leg to the side and the look in his eyes told of what his next move would be. Odd those sneakers could come with steel toes, but it was quite opportune as the young man placed his brown shoe through the window. The safety glass shattered into tiny shards. This was a safety precaution so that the glass wouldn’t cut the person driving the vehicle, but in this case, not cut the person breaking the window. Ralph lowered his foot to the ground once more and unlocked the door from the inside. Two broken tail lights and a door window it was not the car’s lucky day. Ralph entered the car adjusting the seat and mirrors for his comfort. It was a novel gesture, but seemed appropriate. The car had electric steering and locks, but was other wise devoid of electronics. No alarm, no stereo, not even a digital clock. Ralph pressed the unlock button and the entire car’s door locks sprung upwards, making a gleeful chime.

The dark grey dressed young man took a ball point pen from his pocket and preceded to hotwire the car in less then ten seconds. Ah, how the young man loved older models of cars. They were just so, easy to run. Not riddle with modern day technologies to get in the way. Ralph opened the passenger door for Daniel waiting only a moment or two for the boy to enter. Either way the door slammed shut as the car shot backwards. Some in the crowd screamed as the saw the car come towards then, many began to crawl over each other in fear. Ralph just looked back with his hand on the back on the passenger seat, almost smiling. The world moved in slow motion as the students clawed, punched and ran over each other. Unfortunately none got hit by the car, as Ralph spun it around 180 degrees. He slammed it into forward drive, the tires screeched as they left their dark black marks across the ground.

Ralph was almost smiling now, oh how his talents were wasted at times, this moment not being one of them. The car sprung forwards with the might that was the combustion engine, making a loud roar as it did so. A teacher that lay fallen on the ground was dragged quickly out of the way by the second teacher. The car past them by rather quickly so, Ralph did not see their gaze of distaste as he drove by. The car turned the corner and came to a sudden halt. Ralph’s bright brown eye looked from Henshir to a student that he didn’t know. But, now was not the time to be stingy. Ralph put his head out the window and pointed his thumb to the two rear seats of the car. Ralph looked at them in his normal apathetic manner without saying a single word. He just pointed towards the back of the car. They were both open and the doors unlocked if the two boys did decided to enter. Ralph returned his head to the inside of the car as he waited for their reply. His foot stood still above the gas as he waited to gun it.

[Henshir]

Henshir glanced up, hearing a voice directly toward him. His eyes locked on the boy who had just came reeling around the corner, and stopped near him. He hadn't seen this one while he was fighting in the circle. Henshir's left eyebrow would arch upward, as he wondered as to what exactly this boy was talking about. He decided it was best to take a look back at the scene himself, which was shown as he slowly pulled himself to his feet. The suited Junior would walk to the corner, pressing his back against the wall as he edged closer. He slowly brought his head forward, and with a quick jolt poked it out. His eyes settled upon the scene, and widened with pure surprise. Not only was the teacher who had attacked him lying on the ground bleeding, but the wrecked car was headed straight toward him. As the other teacher began to pull the first away, Henshir brought his head back from the corner.

"You aren't going to believe..." Henshir was interrupted. The car slid around the corner, hunks of dirt kicking up off the ground as he did so. The grass was being torn up from the ground as they slid to a stop, and Henshir could not bite his tongue hard enough. To keep from shouting.

"You have GOT to be fucking kidding me!" He exclaimed. He hesitated for a moment, but when he heard the angry cries of students and teachers he immediately darted toward the car. The suited junior would slide over the top, and pop into the other side of the vehicle, getting in the back seat. After doing so, he gave Ralph a small amount of applause. Clapping and laughing, waiting to take off down the field.

[Nex]

He heard the roar of a car as he slid around the corner and hit the wall and then the ground. He didn't know what was happening, and he only partially cared. Adrenaline surged into his legs, releasing their burning sensations and allowing him to move again. Looking over as the other boy looked around the corner, he waited. Whatever was happening, the engine was getting louder...Either the car was coming for them or the teachers. If it was the teachers, then this school was doomed with students trying to ram teachers with cars constantly. Eventually they'd continually get killed over and over by the maniac drivers and the place would be shut down. That would be incredibly funny, but rather bad for those driving students. Silently he waited. The suited one's comments nearly made him laugh though as the car shot around the corner.

Apparently they'd been spotted going around the corner by a student as well as the teachers. This guy had hotwired a beat up as hell car and drove it around to them. As the one guy shot into the car, so did he, only this time he stayed on the current side instead of jumping over. Smart by the other kid, he made it so that was fine, but if he'd failed it would have simply taken up more time. Sitting down himself, he put his knees against seat in front of him. His own force would counteract any should they crash into something and only push him forward at a fraction of the speed, but still quite fast. However, it would be better than simply flying forward head first and getting killed.

"Go! Get back to the streets, we can hide at my house if anything. Just head out to the main street, and I'll guide us from there." He'd supply directions as necessary to reach his small suburban house. He lived in a literal quiet neighborhood because you had to go through a maze of side streets to get there. Not much car traffic there, and no reason for crime.

[Ralph]

Ralph laced his fingers over one another and gave them a cracking to loosen them up. The sound was inaudible over the hum of the engine. Ralph released his fingers and gave them a gentle curl balling them into fists. Oh the young man needed all the dexterity he could get this was going to be a rough ride out of school. Oh how Ralph had hoped the day would have been uneventful, but he could not deny the fun he was having. Henshir slide across the front of the car. The suited junior wrenched the handle opening the door as he jumped inside. Ralph’s new acquaintance of a friend found the situation quite funny as his roars of laughter filled the vehicle. Ralph would have smiled if time would have allowed, but he instead looked into the rear-view mirror and gave Henshir a nod.

Ralph’s fingers thread into the back of his brown hair grabbing at the two loose ends of his worn blue headband. His hands wrapped around them as he pulled the band tighter around his forehead, Ralph’s light brown bangs shifted higher out of his field of vision. The second young man jumped into the vehicle bracing himself for impact. Well, if the boy lacked faith in Ralph’s driving ability then he should have just put on his seatbelt. Seatbelt. Oh, yes that reminded the student dressed in dark grey that he should probably put on his. Ralph pulled the belt across himself as he turned around to look into the back seat. Ralph gave the new student a nod of his head as he pointed to the seatbelt. Apparently Ralph wanted the other two to put their seatbelts on as well. Ralph spun forward once again clicking the belt into place. The click was a good sound to Ralph’s ears. It sounded like safety, oh how little of it you came by now and days.

His brown sneaker rose of the brake and slammed onto the gas. The car throttled forward, shooting into the field ahead. The car flew the air for a moment and the feeling of zero gravity fell across the young men like a warm blanket. That’s was until their hearts rose into their throats as the car came to a sudden drop. The socks kept the car from bottoming out, but the sound of tearing grass could be heard over the sound of the engine. The car speed across the field like a bullet with little pieces of glass and tail light falling off the car now and again. But the sound of wheels upon grass came to a sudden end as the car hit the baseball diamond. The orange dirt turned into a thick cloud as the rear wheels kicked it up into the air. The orange cloud spread across everything in sight almost blotting out the sun for a moment. The back windshield of the car was now covered in dirt and anyone looking out at the school field could now only see an orange wave coming out in all directions.

The car roared forward, damaged it might have been it still had horse power left in it. If the punk knew nothing else he knew how to pick a car. The engine growled as the car pumped upward onto cement. Ralph turned the wheel, cranking it hand over hand. One of the cars wheels lifted off the ground shifting everyone in the car to the left because of the force of gravity. The wheel thudded hard back onto the ground, the car accelerated once more. A calm apathetic look remained on Ralph’s face as he drove upon the side walk. Random pedestrians yelled out in terror as they jumped out of the way of the on coming vehicle. Ralph’s hands held the steering wheel like he was on a Sunday drive. He casually turned on the blinker as he signaled he was changing lanes to the right. Drivers panicked as they saw this beat up car coming at them coming at them, most remained unharmed as Ralph quickly made it onto the right side of the road.

Ralph turned to the left making it to the main road of the city. The city was a nice place full of interesting people and wondrous sights, but only now did Ralph realize that he was grossly over the speed limit. The road had been fairly empty when he was swerving from one lane to the next, but now it was filling with the daily traffic. The sophomores brown sneaker applied the brake loosely bringing them to the right speed rather then slamming head first into the vehicle in front of them. The unknown student began to give Ralph some directions that seemed random to him, but Ralph just arrived to the area so he gave the new student the benefit of the doubt. Ralph turned left here and made a few rights on some red lights. The scenery began to slowly change as he followed the bad seat driver’s advice. Ralph began to make so many turns and such that he no longer had a firm grasp of where he was anymore. The cityscape gave way to less dense areas that could only be described as suburban. They were approaching some sort of house so; Ralph applied his foot to the brake once more. The car rolled to a slow stop in fort of the small suburban house. It had been quite the maze getting here and the student looked pleased as Ralph looked into the rear-view mirror. Seems they had made it here, wherever that

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Daniel stood there for a moment seeing what the car just did. 'Menatl note, froget about driving car here.' He said to himself. Daniel now looked around to see if Henshir and Ralph were alright. He also noticed a teacher still coming closer to the mass of students that for some reason hasn't moved.