User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Michael Diaz's Days at Bullworth 6

Ryan slouches, a grin on his pale face. ''He's going to get me scratched. ''I think as they approach us. "Alex, did you see him leave?" I ask him and he looks up at me. "No, not this time," he replies. So 'this time', what the hell does that mean? Probably that they did it the first time. "Hey, Michael. So how are you?" Ryan asks, with a sly grin and an evil chuckle.

"So, did you see the punk who did it this time?" I question him. He looks at me, almost showcasing fear in his distilled eyes. If I get chewed out then he's going to need a wheelchair, so basically he's got something to fear at this moment in time. "No, we ain't seen anybody." Damon answers for him. "I was asking him. Not you, monkey," I reply, cursing under my breath. He walks towards me slowly, I don't back up. Why should I back up? I've fought guys bigger and stronger then him, he's all talk just like the rest of his clique.

"You wanna go there, I'm a gorilla." He says flexing. "Nah, gorilla's are smart," I shoot back with an insulting bullet. I could tell that Damon was taken aback. With no insults to bring to the table he resorts to shoving me. As he puts his hands on me I punch him across the face. He falls to the high blow.

"I think you need stronger friends." I tell Ryan as we both look at the disgruntled Damon. Then I'm grabbed, and handcuffed by the prefects. "Let's go, meat."

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