2 Weeks later
Well somehow Detective Terrior managed to keep his promise, because there I was at the crappiest orphanage in town. The place was made of wood and had planks falling off! I sighed as a worker came out to greet me, I had been trying to keep my mind off my family, but after this boring routine of meeting a worker, them saying sorry for my loss, and repeat, I was in a bad mood by the time I got to my room.
The worker beside me decided to introduce me to the other boys. I almost wish she hadn't, almost. "Boys this is August, he's going to be here for awhile, so I want you to treat him as one of the family." The boys all glared at me, I was feeling that old family vibe already. " But I see we are out of beds so he'll just have to share with..." I did not like were this was going. "Duncan!" she finished, picking out the meanest looking kid in the room, this guy was clearly the leader here, and probably the reason why didn't have any friends for the entire time there. The worker walked away, and I she did I heard her mumble "What a rude kid, he didn't say anything to anyone!"
Duncan got up off his bed, were he had been sitting. This kid looked mean, walked mean, even talked mean. I wonder when he made the choice to become a stereotype. "Listen up punk, there is no way in hell I'm sharing my bed with you, you'll just have to sleep on the floor." he snarled. Feeling the love again. "You know what Duncan, how about you drop the act, it's very cliché. Look that bed has two mattress, and two pillows, I'm sure I could get another blanket. So why don't we just spilt mattress and pillows. You can even have the frame."
That's when I feel a sharp pain to the jaw, that sent me to the floor. Duncan had punched me. "No one calls me cl-cl."
"Cliché." I tell him, trying to get up.
"Thanks." he says, punching me down again. Then came the kicking of me. The others were chanting now
"Beat the meat. Beat the meat..." It was crazy, I had only been here for thirty minutes and I was already being beat up. Then I figured out why. I wasn't going to let this cliché @#$%^&* make an example of me. This is what happens to people who speak out of line. This wasn't going to continue. I rolled out from under his foot, which made him lose his momentum, and while he was off balance I got up and pushed him from behind! Though some of his boys caught him and stood him up. Dang, I had to get me some minions.
I was getting mad now really mad, up until now I had been humoring this fight, but now I felt something, boiling inside me making madder. Then suddenly right when Duncan was about to punch me. The world just... stopped! Everything but me just stopped, nothing moving! I looked around, noticing how stupid Duncan looked stopped in mid punch. Then the anger came back, and I decided to take him out now. I grabbed his outstretched arm and flipped him over. Time went back to regular. Duncan was on the ground looking confused. "Yeah..." I said walking out of the room. "You're sleeping on the floor tonight" As I walked away I realized something. I had just dethroned Duncan and now I was never going to have any friends, because I scared everyone in that room.
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