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Ryker's face fell, "Uhm... Well I'm sor--" Ryker was murmuring when Kyle cut in. "Just shut up." He scoffed and continue,'Sorry' ain't gonna buy me my stuff back now.You should be sorry for yourself... I mean, you know what people gonna see when you walk home?A tattered rascal!"Kyle mocked him. "My problem. Isn't it?" Ryker asked, and Kyle winked. "Cool, do not bother then. Besides, you think I'm gonna walk home?Wait, because I told you I walked all the way here?"He asked him, as he stepped backwards towards the tree, but Kyle just held his gaze as his back came in contact with the oak. He crossed his legs, folded his arms and continued."Well, I digress but I'd appreciate it if you'd give me an audience now. I'm here to say my apologies but you also owe me a thanks." Kyle squeezed his face. "What the hell, man?!" "Thanks for wha--?" He was forced to hold back his remaining utterances as Ryker held his right index finger in the air. "An... Audience!" "Fine! Suit yoursel
"I couldn't believe my eyes at first, but fortunately, it wasn't a dream.I ate, and I took home for Granny.The following day, I met him where he had told me I could find him when we discussed.He looked at me and said, 'Don't you have better clothing?What is this you're wearing?''I don't,' I replied.'You should get some,' he told me. 'Did you not like new and neat clothing that will make you look smart?' 'I... I do, I do. Thanks. Thank you!' I responded gratefully.I was expecting him to stretch forth those generous hands of his again, but he walked up to me, his budding benevolent countenance morphed into an unpromising coarse voice. 'What?! You think I am a philanthropist, or some dumbass altruistic angel?If you want something, you take it.That's what I do. See the foodstuffs you got yesterday, I stole 'em.These clothes on me... I stole 'em.See you barefooted, most of my shoes... I stole 'em! I don't have to wait for some inconsiderate dominant pig to get what I want ne
Ryker Hartley, a young boy full of life and vitality, was deeply scarred by the loss of his dearest dad to some ruthless crime boss he never knew or heard about, at the age of ten.Because of the Hartley's family's legendary possession, he possesses- 'the Alex box'. (The Alex Box is a treasure trove that is said to contain unimaginable wealth for whoever possesses it. It contains, predominantly alexandrites, emeralds, a couple of glittering golds, and diamonds with scarcely a few other species of gemstones like onyx and rubies found in the Superstitious Mountains). Yes, history has it that there were irrecoverable treasures lost in there, but little did they know not all humans are very overt about their discoveries and achievements nor entertain the idea of clout chasing. This box was found and owned by Oakley D. Hartley, Ryker's paternal grandfather, and friends in the days of their youth. Back then, after viral news of many failed attempts by different search parties, Oakley, a
Ryker Neil Hartley, stood by the door to his room, dazed with terror. This is a 'Do or Die!' Nothing more, nothing less. No means of evasion, if he would not accept the deal, then he is accepting the worse! His fine boy physiques meant nothing if a bullet would violate his manliness, his cute diamond-faced shape distorted by the Glocks and pistols threatening his sanity in the comfort of his home. The perspiration is becoming real embarrassing, "This has to stop now, he wants co-operation and I'll give it." He said in his mind, as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.Hesitantly, "Okay. Deal." He said with closed teeth, forcing a smile to make Jude feel relaxed... That is him. The typical tyrannical Jude.Do not argue with his point of view, and never! He never entertains questions about his choices of action. Ryk, Ryker, Rye. Call him whichever you fancy, he dislike it when people sever his dearest name but he's learned to cope with it.He very much knew who he wa
Suppose someone seems to care, and always showed up to lend you a hand, rescue you by any means possible, and understood your plights are worth being your friend, best friend even. As much as Ryker needed a friend irrespective of gender, since he had been mending his heart for better sane stability, and repressing the weaknesses of his temperaments to enhance his tolerance to fit in with the society's standards, He knew making friends would be necessary because leaving his past life behind had encapsulated him with a detestable life of boredom: not like when someone is feared and respected like the king of slave-masters. And talking of keeping friends, only a space for one he's got and it has been confiscated. Thereafter, no longer cared to create another for a myriad of reasons.Considering this inexplicable friendship aspect, Ryker's take on it was making it a medium of expressing his gratitude and reciprocating Jude's altruism. The thing is, but he never thought he would be im
Ryker should be ashamed, but for some reasons, he was boiling with terrific vexation as he had kept enumerating endlessly, what should stay as friends' confidentiality."Broke rascal, I wonder why you shouldn't consider that living on someone else's expenses by this stage of your life is a shameful thing." Jude expounded. "Yeah. Very!" A boy added sharply. Ryker knew for sure, he could get all offended right now but he'd lost the energy to pick on anyone, as he could sense a current of derision flowing through the arena, causing the atmosphere to grow heavy with contempt. He was weakened with undue rigor as stars of unprecedented demeanor woefully flash before his eyes."Maybe you did not realize," Jude kept on piquing himself and slaughtering his sanity with sufficient verbiage."But I'm sorry for your actively struggling mom, relentlessly catering for all three kids, she deserves a well matured, self-driven young man for a first child, to help ease the unanticipated burden of sing
His face lit up with delight as he heard his stomach rumble. Moving more swiftly than he would have expect himself to, in a matter of seconds, he was in the room, stripping off any unnecessary adornments and devouring the poor burger. Oh well, it should be happy it has got a precise, simple and predictable fate.As if being born into an unfriendly society isn't enough, unending contentions, oppression, and hostility unrelentlessly clawed at you.As he ate, he reflected on his life- the past and the present, unsure of what the future holds, he ruminated more anxiously.(Now he sees me as nothing but a damn pebble in his shoes, I'm not bothered about far worse things I could be to the world, but it hurts real bad from a friend, or anyone you undoubtedly build trust on.Because I remained unmoved and unyielding, I am a goddamn pebble?) He shook his head and hissed out loud.(I can only imagine what could happen for him to see me as a boulder then.)As he thought through his ordeal with
(Goshhh! What the F***!!!)His eyes shot up, aghast at Jude's callousness; as he began to experience the sick feeling of uneasiness all over again. "Come on man, you know I can't do that. Moreover, I am a pebble in your shoe, so why won't you get rid of me, you complained this much and yet won't give up chasing after me.""Bro I am already avoiding you, I urge you to do the same, so we let each other be?""Perhaps you find it hard to do just that, I am already trying to relieve you of myself, yet, you won't allow it" he said in a petrified and confused tone. He felt tempered again as the boys laughed like he was some stand-up comedian. Ryker tends to react to mockery like one who has a whole secondary heart with which they reserve animosity solely for retaliation.His choleric outbursts ignite when hold up to ridicule. In his world, he believes that no one in their right senses should crave or welcome any sort of pillory.He almost, impulsively pounced on Will, one of Jude's most a