User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Michael's Final Year at Bullworth: Chapter 8

The exhaust from Norton's car smelled horrible, Michael noted, even worse, the Greasers themselves smelled bad. "Do you yokels ever shower?" Michael prodded. His taunting gathered no response. They were heading for the fairgrounds to meet Devin and his boys for the rumble. He heard stories of the rumble from a few years ago, but never really cared for them. C-Money mostly relayed them, though Greg did, and even a girl that Michael didn't really know very well by the name of Jenny. After roughly the 432434223 time hearing it he became so bored with the tale he didn't even bother to acknowledge it, and now here he was experiencing it.

When they arrived at the would-be fairgrounds they found it empty, the tents that usually sit amongst the fairgrounds were gone, and it was just an empty lot. The Greasers assembled at ground zero of the fairgrounds.

"When they get here just watch out for Devin, he's dangerous." Norton had instructed to the other Greasers. "Michael you and I will take Devin." Norton ordered. Michael offered another sarcastic retort but it fell on deaf ears.

"Where's Charles?" Peanut asked.

"Probably being a self-absorbed, wallflower," Hal retorted, gathering a sly chuckle from the rest of his cohorts.

"Hey, nobody is a prick to Charles, but me." Michael stated and the Greasers nodded their heads and backed off. Shortly after their arrival Charles came in through the torn down gate. It was at this time that Michael noted how cold it was. Christmas hadn't even come, and it was only shortly after Thanksgiving. Charles didn't say anything, he took his place next to Michael and they waited.

Soon Devin and his guys emerged from the tunnel, as if they had assumed the roll of the vampire, emerging from the darkness of the tunnel. Michael was anxious and it was rather evident.

"You okay?" Norton turned and asked quietly.

"Is your mom okay?" Michael jokingly replied, mostly to ease the tension.

TO BE CONTINUED!