Justin stood still hands clenched breath held hoping the back aley wouldnt become his early grave. Telling a teenage gang leader to "piss of crawl in a hole and die" because he only said hello seemed to point to troubel. "hey i think i see somthing in this aley" one of the gang members said. The boy desperatly looked for a place to hide when he spotted a dumpster. Without hesitation he quickly jumped inside the green crudy trash contaner. "what the fuck are you talkin about tyrone? Aint no one in this aley!"
said the gang leader "n***a i said i think damm get off my case" "n***a watch who you talkin to just cause you whering blue gang colers dont mean you cant be killed" "sorry"g" didnt mean to snap on ya" said tyrone "man what dim witted loser." thought justin as the gang ran off justin climed out of the dumpster he had to get acros town where the rest of his freinds where they would help him. He climbed out of the dumpster and took off full speed down the muddy alley "there he gose right there told you i wasent wrong g!" "SHIT!" said justin he swerved and weaved every chance he got hoping to shake the gangsters he knew oe of them at least had a knife and thats all they would need to kill justin he had to get to his freinds but it was at least two miles till he got to the hangout if he could get word out to his freinds every goth in town would be there ready to fight he reached in his pocket for his cell phone.
"shit!" he must have droped it in the dumpster justen was getting tired and the thugs didnt show any signs of stoping. He raced out on the street knocking over a silver trash can to slow them down hopefully. No luck he then realised the hangout was only twentyfive blocks away! Justin broke into an alout sprint but then triped on a crack. The gangsters cought up kicking justin.
Justin tried to get to his feet but was kneed in the ribs. On the hard concrite bleeding justin let out a loud shout hoping someone would hear him this city was filled with pesants who would stay in an office for four days straight if it meant big pay. hell thats why all the kids had to walk home pepole joined gangs for protection on the long walks home other kids who sank into a deep depression frome not seeing there parents that much joind the goth crowd the city kids called it "the two way split."
Justin looked up to see if anyone came to his rescue. He saw he saw one of his freinds and then another and another and soon a whole crowd the gangsters where clearly outnumberd then tyrone reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone and began dialing a number and he shouted into the pfone "n***a get all the homies and meet me at lees pawn shop we finna setal "the two way split" and with that he put his blue razor in his blue jean shorts and hte goths waited till one of the gangsters spit out a coment that would end there life the goths never attack without reson.
(although the reson that one of there freinds had been serverly beaten should have been good enough reson) then justins freinds rushed through the crowd till they got to him and the picked him up and carried him to the back "th-th-th-thanks guys i kn-kn-kn-knew i could count on you all." "No
problem justin thats what us goths do for one another" said one of justins freinds then back up at the front a crowd of thugs began to assembel each one spiting out bad words at the mouth. that was the goths que to charge "come on guys let clean out there mouths!" said one of the goths and shure enough "the two way split" was setteld and one group was left standing: the thugs. With the goths outa the way the thugs now had no one to compete with they then became power mad and almost every one wanted to run the city and eventuall the thugs disaperd frome existance. THE END.