Subprojects The Way
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Chapter One: #thuglifeaintit
Behind me were the ferocious screams of the train security men, many bundles of them chasing after me. I was sprinting with enough strength to get away, as always as ageism was shown in their physicality. Let's face it, I was youthful and like a live battery never wasted, and those men couldn't catch me even if they caught onto the trains trolleys and their batteries were more likely than blown out. I pounced ontop of a train's metallic roof, it matches the sun's bold radiant waves with a few couple of silver screws that said "50s old" and had a splash of rust. I glanced back and smirked as the distraught and disbelief of the security men, and I could always tell that they were either cursing me or talking about my extreme bolting energy. I turned around into the position of where the train was going, which was going somewhere and better be far from the security men I just outran. It was like a satirical cartoon almost, as the main cartoon character never faces the consquences and adds a bit of humor to their mischievous antics. I was that cartoon character, but instead it was actually reality and it was my own non-fictional cartoon.
Before the train came to a haulting stop, so steep that I almost fell onto the vacant metal tracks, I made my way and jumped off the train's surface and brushed my hands off with all the dirt and grime from the train and tipped my hat, and walked away with my casual daily swagger.
New York City always felt urban to me, the buildings, the roadways, the traffic, crime, it was perfect for a young rebel like me. You might think I might as well be a dead boy, but I learned from the best if you must say. I wouldn't be caught alive if it weren't for that specific person, but our affiliations are so tight and secretive that if we spoke of one another's existence, my trial of life will be cut short by the gangs and thugs that hang around rural areas. Us thugs might get eachother at times, but we all fightin' for the same thing. Power. Riches. Chicks. The greed that filters our mind, but it's mostly power we desire.
But for now, I'm only a respected amateur that outruns fat security guys that patrol the subway, acting like it's their turf. And so are my friends, which have happened to run away with me to this place with this new lifestyle.
I walked past an alley, only to hear the small-pitched sounds of a girl and perhaps a boy, probably trying to flirt with her seductively. The voice belongs to a certain broad, one which is apart of my squad, and is my best friend. I turned around away from the massive walking crowd and snuck into the alley, only to see my thoughts coming alive. It was Tricky, doing what she loved to do most. Her bleached blonde hair was tucked in two ponytails, with brushes of curls sticking out all over, her pants hanging past her large hips, and worn sneakers on her toes, and a white spaghetti string tube top that was low enough to show the outlines of her bust, and her accessored bra. Tricky and all of us used to be good, pure children. Tricky never really was fond of this lifestyle, especially when she didn't look like that at all. Back where we lived, she used to be the "goody-two shoes" of the town. Daughter of the mayor, she was the perfect role model, not that she just beautiful but respectful, passionate, kind, generous, intelligent, and the extraordinaire. She was also an animal activist and a bit of a feminist, which she debated on issues that went on in society and inspired many in our town and beyond. That wasn't the Tricky I know now, that was Trisha Merabeth Travis. I was also an ordinary boy that did normal things, but not until I was unlocked the truth of Trisha Merabeth Travis. She put all of that on to cover up the real show that went behind Trisha's life, which was actually Tricky's life. I look at Tricky, and sometimes I do see the real Trisha, but there are Grade A prison bars locking her inside. Tricky destroyed Trisha, but Tricky is a demon that influenced all of us with her. And now we're stuck in this life, this screwed up eternity. But it's what we all decided, a we decided this thuglife. -
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