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A Team of Extraordinary Gentlemen
Chapter 3 Destiny's Beginngs
I walked home, or whatever you can call home. I lived with my foster parents the Johnsons, I know you are thinking I am too old for foster parents, but due to the sudden eruption of the war most people hadn't thought to try and set something up so their kids would actually be taken care of. So they started to raise the legal age until it was 22. So it is not as uncommon in our world as you think. I know I know, I just broke the fourth wall, I can do that, get over it.
Anyway I lived with Mr. And Mrs. Johnson, Mr. Johnson was the meanest nasitest old cod there ever was. He wsa short in fat and I am going to guess took a shower once every 2 weeks. Just a guess. He always took the money I had to buy cheap booze and cheaper women. But he loved to beat me to help fill that need, I would beat the crap out of him but I know I would get sent back to the foster care system, so I could deal with him for a little while longer.
Mrs. Johnson however was the coolest, nicest, just sweetest lady you ever met. She is the stereotypical mom. She always had a smile on her face, she would help me with my hw, she was my morale booster. I was lucky to know her.
I walked in, Mrs. Johnson handed me a cookie and started to talk about my day.
After doing that she handed me the rest of the plate of cookies and I went upstairs to mine and Ichabods room. Ichabod and I were both foster children to the Johnsons, and we were closer than brothers.
I walked in to see him lying on his bed listening to music. Ichabod Crane was fairly tall and lanky. He was also really pale, with raven black hair. He looked a lot like johnny depp when he was in that movie Sleepy Hollow. He loved music especially the band Avenged Sevenfold. He loved them, that is the only thing we do not agree on, while he is a die hard Avenged Sevenfold fan, I am a die hard Disturbed fan.
I walked up to him and flipped one of his ear buds out, he hates it when I do that. He looked up at me annoyed but that faded when I showed him the plate of cookies. He grabbed a few and started chowing down on them.
I pulled out some homework and started working on it. Which was pointless cause there was very rarely a time when I had to do it to understand something that was going on, and since homework is only assigned for your benefit in college, I really don't understand why I do it. Probably just because I was bored.
About 30 minutes later, the door to our room slammed open. There was Mr. Johnson, his pungent odor reaching 10 feet away. He came over and stuck his hand out, I handed him two 10 dollar bills and Ichabod handed him a twenty. He smiled, his yellow teeth showing underneath his blood red lips. He walked out slamming the door behind him.
We have to pay Mr. Johnson every week, because we live here. His wife opposes it but she does not say anything. He goes and spends it on cheap booze and cheaper women (what else is new?).
I heard the front door slam shut. Shortly after that Mrs. Johnson called us down for dinner. Ichabod and I walked to the kitchen, Mrs. Johnson had made her homemade pizza's, and they were amazing like all of her cooking. We ate and washed the dishes, afterwards, then I went upstairs to help Ichabod with some of his schoolwork.
FF 2 hours later
Isaiah's POV
Our door slammed open again, there was Mr. Johnson, and he was furious, and drunk off his rocker. He came over and grabbed Ichabod, and started just whailing on him.
I had seen Ichabod get into fights and win them before but I think he thought the same as me, he did not want to go back to foster care.
I don't know what it was but I snapped, I grabbed Mr. Johnson and started pummeling him. I kept at it until Ichabod yanked me off of him. I looked at him, his nose bloody and his face starting to bruise. We both started to pack, we knew a guy we could stay with.
Once we had finished packing everything we needed in our backpacks we snuck outside, and started walking.
Along the way as we walked I heard a twig snap, I turned around and then both Ichabod and I were jumped and put into the back of a van. Someone hit me on the head, the last thing I heard was the sound of tires squeeling.
Anyway I lived with Mr. And Mrs. Johnson, Mr. Johnson was the meanest nasitest old cod there ever was. He wsa short in fat and I am going to guess took a shower once every 2 weeks. Just a guess. He always took the money I had to buy cheap booze and cheaper women. But he loved to beat me to help fill that need, I would beat the crap out of him but I know I would get sent back to the foster care system, so I could deal with him for a little while longer.
Mrs. Johnson however was the coolest, nicest, just sweetest lady you ever met. She is the stereotypical mom. She always had a smile on her face, she would help me with my hw, she was my morale booster. I was lucky to know her.
I walked in, Mrs. Johnson handed me a cookie and started to talk about my day.
After doing that she handed me the rest of the plate of cookies and I went upstairs to mine and Ichabods room. Ichabod and I were both foster children to the Johnsons, and we were closer than brothers.
I walked in to see him lying on his bed listening to music. Ichabod Crane was fairly tall and lanky. He was also really pale, with raven black hair. He looked a lot like johnny depp when he was in that movie Sleepy Hollow. He loved music especially the band Avenged Sevenfold. He loved them, that is the only thing we do not agree on, while he is a die hard Avenged Sevenfold fan, I am a die hard Disturbed fan.
I walked up to him and flipped one of his ear buds out, he hates it when I do that. He looked up at me annoyed but that faded when I showed him the plate of cookies. He grabbed a few and started chowing down on them.
I pulled out some homework and started working on it. Which was pointless cause there was very rarely a time when I had to do it to understand something that was going on, and since homework is only assigned for your benefit in college, I really don't understand why I do it. Probably just because I was bored.
About 30 minutes later, the door to our room slammed open. There was Mr. Johnson, his pungent odor reaching 10 feet away. He came over and stuck his hand out, I handed him two 10 dollar bills and Ichabod handed him a twenty. He smiled, his yellow teeth showing underneath his blood red lips. He walked out slamming the door behind him.
We have to pay Mr. Johnson every week, because we live here. His wife opposes it but she does not say anything. He goes and spends it on cheap booze and cheaper women (what else is new?).
I heard the front door slam shut. Shortly after that Mrs. Johnson called us down for dinner. Ichabod and I walked to the kitchen, Mrs. Johnson had made her homemade pizza's, and they were amazing like all of her cooking. We ate and washed the dishes, afterwards, then I went upstairs to help Ichabod with some of his schoolwork.
FF 2 hours later
Isaiah's POV
Our door slammed open again, there was Mr. Johnson, and he was furious, and drunk off his rocker. He came over and grabbed Ichabod, and started just whailing on him.
I had seen Ichabod get into fights and win them before but I think he thought the same as me, he did not want to go back to foster care.
I don't know what it was but I snapped, I grabbed Mr. Johnson and started pummeling him. I kept at it until Ichabod yanked me off of him. I looked at him, his nose bloody and his face starting to bruise. We both started to pack, we knew a guy we could stay with.
Once we had finished packing everything we needed in our backpacks we snuck outside, and started walking.
Along the way as we walked I heard a twig snap, I turned around and then both Ichabod and I were jumped and put into the back of a van. Someone hit me on the head, the last thing I heard was the sound of tires squeeling.
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Yeah its a tad confusing, but here is the deal, I will make another info section if enough people message me about it with questions.