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            I was always good at running my mouth, and whenever I grew the muscle to back it up, fights where a weekend thing. This particular time I was ready to fight some boy I had never met in my life. He was young and from what I had been told had come from a rough childhood. I could care less about that. I was going to beat this punk to the ground and if I was mad enough, curb stomp him.

            When I arrived to the field we where to fight in, I saw that there where three kids there. I thought to myself, “ Holy Crap”. The first one swung at me and hit me in the face. I had a few beers before I came (  a few being 20 some ) and didn’t feel the punch. I aimed to hit him back whenever I was hit in the back of the head.

            I stumbled forward and then was slugged in the mouth. I was bent over whenever I felt a baseball bat hit my ribs and back. A chain whipped my neck, and soon I was on the ground. Constant fist drilling my face.

            I laid there wondering why I was fighting these boys. Once the abuse was over I noticed that there was only one boy there with no weapons.

            “ You cocky thing.” The boy said, “ You think because you are good at running your mouth you can say what you want and have a little muscle to back it up. Well think next time you lie to an officer and say you where sober when you saw my mom walk into that club.”

            I had cold chills running down my spine. This was Johnny Sperys. He would kill me if he met me I always thought. He lied about who he was to fight me.

            “ Now my mom is dead and my dad is on death row.” He said slugging me in the face with every word.

            “ You hit me one more time and I will find you and kill. With a gun.” I barely muttered.

            “ HHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. You ain’t doing nothing you scum.” Johnny pulled out a gun and aimed it at me. “ I’m gonna kill you. With a gun.”

            I closed my eyes and laid my head back into the mud of the field. I noticed he hadn’t shot yet and I peaked my eyes opened. His face was scrunched and he was holding back tears. He soon lowered his gun and threw it at me.

            “ You aint worth it scum.” Said Johnny.

            As Johnny turned his back I grabbed that gun and shot him until the gin was out of bullets. People ran into cars and the cars left quick. I lay there and heard the moaning off Johnny. I listened to him die. It was the most horrible experience ever. When Johnny died, I passed out, and I hoped to never wake up.

Keyword: Horrible Fight

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Posted by JJtyler 2008-03-04 19:42:44 .... A good rough start. This one needs to be fleshed out a bit and re-worked in areas. But good start. + Report this comment
Posted by thirteen 2008-03-04 23:30:37 .... yeah, i enjoyed.But you really need to check for spelling. + Report this comment
Posted by tarhead 2008-03-05 02:40:43 i agree with all of the above... maybe go back and give it a really slow read - as if you did not write it. i've found that when i get into the write mode i tend to read in my head instead of reading what is on the monitor. when i fall into that mode, i always wait a few days then read my work one more time so that the words are not as fresh in my scrambled head... + Report this comment

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