The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Ten.

Chapter Ten

Ever sense he had confirmed that Cyri and Job’s friends would be coming over to his house, he had been preparing non-stop in preparation for there arrival. He was wondering if what they told him was true or not. So, when the time hit twelve o’clock p.m., his heart started to race. Every second that went buy got him more and more tense. It was twelve o’ five p.m. when he heard the door knock.

As he went to the front door; Cyri, Ronnie, Job, Jadis, Zat, Jack, Tad, Dumas, Coraline, Joan, Maxine, and Fron - all of the people he has met - were all there with questionable faces on, wondering why they were at his house, on a Saturday, together.

“Thank you for coming,” Vincent moved out of the way to let them all in. As they were walking in, they were all saying statements that sound like compliments. Compliments about his Victorian style house. “Please sit in the living room. If there are not enough places for all of you to sit, then, please feel free to grab a chair from the kitchen and bring it over here. Just remember where you took that chair and when you leave, please put it back.” As they were taking there seats, he noticed something. The girls where in a specific order as were the guys. Both groups were in mini-circles. With Cyri and Job in the middle of the circles. When Vincent got to the front of the room, he cleared his breath and began to speak.

“As some of you might be wondering, why did I ask you all here for. Well, in the month I have spent here, I have seen more gang violence, heard about things that are ridiculously shocking and disturbing that I can not get them out of my mind. I have also meet a group of people that have accepted me threw only an internet chat-room. I am worried that theses gangs could attack any of you at any time. So, I was thinking we need to create our own gang. A gang to end all gangs.” Everyone was looking at each questionably. Wondering if he was insane or if he was serious. They know that there had been rebellions in the past. And sadly they had all failed. They wondered what made this one so different.

“When did you create this ridiculous idea?” It was Cyri who spoke. She had a little bit of tension in her voice.

“It was created when I first learn of the gangs. I saw what they do to people. People that had done nothing wrong before. And I an surprised that no one has yet stood up to them. So, any other thoughts?” They were all silent. After a few minutes, Vincent spoke again. “Listen, I will be right back.” When he left, The others started talking.

“So, What did you make of that?” Ronnie was the first to speak. Everyone was quiet for a moment until Cyri took a deep breath.

“In my personal opinion, if it is to destroy Ratliff, then I cannot disagree more.” Tad touched his scars and nodded in agreement. Then, Job cleared his throat.

“I cannot agree more. But I still think if Mr. Pervert to the Stars here is to keep his thing in we would not need to worry about this.”

“It is not that!” Joan argued. “It has to do with the fate of others like that teacher and kid that Ratliff had beaten the living shit out of! If someone does not try and stop them, then they could go on and try to destroy everyone!” All of the girls started clapping and applauding Joan, except for some strange reason Cyri, who had a little look of despair on her face.

“But, would it be only us that makes things worse?” Jack asked.

“Do you even know the reason why it is important to destroy Ratliff?” Jadis said, defending for Cyri.

“No, enlighten me.” Jack said mockingly.

“Do you remember Cyri’s old boyfriend that had betrayed her?” They all shook there head yes in agreement. “THAT was Ratliff!” some of the boy’s jaws dropped in shock. “Yeah, the same Ratliff that is the leader of The Children Of Ghetto is the same boyfriend that heard Cyri’s traumatizing past and told everyone about it. The same Ratliff that was once a clean-cut guy know turned into a rapper-wannabe.”

“Even more of a reason why to form a gang!” Everyone jumped when Vincent’s voice boomed into the room. Cyri had a look that was the most fearful of all of them. A few minutes had past, then Cyri got up.

“Do you know where the restroom is at?” Vincent pointed down the hall as Cyri rushed over there. When she left, Vincent went over and sat on the floor in front of them all.

“If we were to create a gang, then what will we be called? Who will be our leader? And what will we do?” Ronnie did have a point. After thinking for a few minutes, Vincent got the answer.

“The name will be ‘The Children Of Darkness’. The leader would be decided upon by all of you. Are motivation would be to wipe out any and all gangs.” Then, Vincent realized something, he could hear a very faint cry coming from the bathroom. “Will you all excuse me for a second?” he stood up and walked over to the restroom. Indeed he did hear Cyri cry.

“Cyri, are you all right?” She said something very muffled but Vincent got the idea that she said she will be right out. When she got out, her face was all blood-red from crying. After a few seconds at glancing at each other, Cyri jumped into Vincent’s arm and started crying her heart out.

“Vinc, I want us to kill that asshole.” she said through sobs. All Vincent could do was hug her back, rocking her back and forth. After a couple of minutes doing this, they turned and walked into the kitchen where Vincent got out another case tab and gave her one of the cans. After drinking it, she felt better and was comfortable going back into the room where the others were.

“Vincent,” Job said standing. “We have decided to have you be the leader of The Children Of Darkness. Just tell us what to do and we will do it .” Everyone in the room nodded. All Vincent done was smile.

An hour went by and everyone but Cyri left. Vincent walked over and sat down right next beside Cyri. Cyri still looked as if she had been crying for hours. After a few seconds, Vincent cleared his throat.

“So, are you okay now?” Cyri shook her head yes.

“You do not know what it is like, being able to have revenge on someone that had ruin a pat of your life. I mean, it was not my fault that he decided to become a first rated jackass.” She took a breath and gulped down another can of Tab. As far as Vincent was concerned, he had gotten Cyri addicted to Tab. “I want to thank-you Vincent. You have been a really good friend to me for a long period of time. You do not know how much that means to me.”

“Well I am glad that you are happy. And I am glad that you and me have became good friends.” They then stared at each other for a long period of time, moving closer to each other.

“Damn,” Cyri looked at her watch. “I need to go Vincent.” She started walking out of his house, but before, she turned around and looked at Vincent. “See you later, Daikaiju.” She went and closed the door behind her.

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Nine.

Chapter Nine.

When he was waiting at the bus stop, he was pleasantly surprise to find that Cyri had return from the funeral. When Cyri saw Vincent, she had a smile on her face.

“Hey, see you are back.” Vincent said when she got to the bus stop. “So, how was the funeral?”

“Like most funerals, a lot of tears, a lot of praying, having to meet the priest, and all that jazz. So how did Job and his friends treat you?” she had a spark of curiosity in her voice.

“Well, like your friends, they accepted me as one of there friends. To such an extent they told me there life stories. And as I was listening, I realized how some of there stories were related to your friends life’s” they were silent for a few minutes as they tried to clear there minds. As they were clearing there minds, the bus came.

Now that Vincent had known more people in his neighbor, they greeted him with pleasant greetings versus the greetings he had received at his old schools. And to ruin it all came Tad. He sat down and gave his usual greeting (“Hi Asshole!”) and as usual Cyri would bite his hand until he said sorry.

When they got into the school, Cyri ran off to speak to her friends, leaving Vincent alone. As he was walking to his home room, the idea he had gotten from the day he spent with Job and his friends still rang in his head. He wanted to tell his idea to Cyri’s friends and Job’s friends, but did not know how. He decided he would tell Cyri’s friends at break and Job’s friends at lunch. Now, it is time for break.

As he went to the cafeteria, he saw Cyri and her friends (including Tad) sitting at there normal table. When he sat down he noticed something. One of Tad’s eyes was shut. The skin around was pitch black. It look liked some decided to beat him.

“What the hell happened to you?” he asked as his brain digested the image that was before him.

“Ratliff.” he said. It took Vincent a few seconds to remember who Ratliff was. Then he remember that Ratliff was the leader of The Children Of Ghetto.

“What did you do to them?” Now his idea was starting to make sense.

“Nothing.” he sounded pissed off. “They just beaten me up because they think I am emo. I am getting so sick of it.” then, Vincent thought he saw a tear in Tad’s eye.

“Do they beat you up often?” Tad took a deep breath

“Yes, sadly. But, I do not want to get into anymore trouble, so I just take it.” Coraline rubbed Tad’s back. Vincent could tell that Tad did not want to talk about the beating anymore.

“How did the gangs start?” now he was starving for information.

“Okay,” Cyri started talking. “Ratliff came from New York’s inner street gangs. There, he was throne in jail for numerous crimes I believe Job has told you about. Anyway, why is it that you want to know?” she had some tension in her voice.

“I just had some thought. What do you guys think of Job and his friends?” Now the attitude changed. Cyri’s friends, except for Coraline, all started talking out of control. Of all of the things they said, the only things he could capture was that Fron was a man whore and Joan was actually in love with Jack. He then asked if they were comfortable being around them, in which they all rapidly answered yes to.

“One last thing, are you guys busy on Saturday?” they all answered yes, which is what Vincent was hoping for. Then, break was over.

And lunch has started. During lunch, he was given the news that Cyri and her friends would not join him due to the fact that they were missing some work and had to stay behind to do finish. But thankfully Job was wanting to talk to him. So when he went to there table, all of they guys greeted him as is he was an old friend whom they have never meet in a few years.

“So, what had happened to you after our first meeting?” Zat asked when Vincent finally gotten settled.

“Nothing much.” he took a bit out of the chicken wrap he had gotten. On his was still his idea. “When me and Job left the his room, there was some arguing. What happened?” All of the guys exchanged looks.

“Nothing which concerns you. To put it mildly, Mr. Pervert (looks directly at Fron) here was caught again screwing around with one of Mycheal’s sluts.” Then, there was some arguing and yelling that Vincent could not decipher. Then, there was a mighty, thunderous bang. Ronnie had a bag of potato chips and clap it to explode all of the air out of it. It surprised Vincent that non of the teachers had noticed the huge bang.

“Teachers do not really care about that kind of stuff.” Ronnie reassured Vincent, as if reading his mind. They were quiet for a few minutes, until he saw why the teachers did not care about something as careless as some student exploding a bag of potato chips. Because in walks Ratliff, Snoop, Lee, and Mycheal.

They were a disgusting of men. All of there appearance’s looked the same. Pants sagging, overly huge shirts, shaved heads, and heavy jewelry. They walked over to this one guy that was sitting by himself at his table and they meet eye to eye. Then, Vincent could only make out what Ratliff’s lips were say and he said: “Motherfucker,”. Then, he launched him self at the student. Snoop nailed him to the ground by his feet. Lee and Mycheal put both of there feet on his arms. Then, Ratliff took out this glove that had golden circles on it. He sat on top of the kid, say something, then started to beat the poor kid to death. The teachers came to grab the kid. As they were dragging him, he yelled something along the lines of: “How fucking dare you fuck one of our bitches!”. Then he went and punched one of the teachers hard against the jaw, with such force that Vincent could hear the teacher’s jaw break. As they were caring Ratliff and his gang away, he saw Fron hiding under the table. When they were gone, they were all sent back to class.

In all of Vincent’s life, he was never so terrified, so scared, so filled with vengeance that he did not know what to do. The rest of the day was a bore. Everyone was talking about what had happened. It was announced that Ratliff and his gang were sentenced to two months on hospitalized suspension. Meaning they get counted for being here and automatically get good grades. This has happened because the fact that there parents were rich and therefore able to hire lawyers that were going to sue the school for sexual harassment because of the fact that the slut, Egypt, the one the boy fu-ked, happened to be Ratliff’s sister. Therefore, the school had to agree with the family about dropping all charges.

Anyway, when they got to homeroom, Vincent was told by Cyri that she was not going to ride the bus, her parents were picking her up because she need to get a vaccination shot because the school could not fin the records, therefore if she wanted to continue school she would need another shot. So, Vincent was alone on the bus. But what he did not notice was that Job and his friends, including Tad, were also on the bus. So at least he would have someone to talk to.

When they got off, he saw that Fron was not scared anymore. He was actually kind of happy. Vincent walked over to see what was up, and all he started to hear was yelling. Fron was at a trash can, emptying out his pockets. When Vincent saw what it was that Fron was emptying out, he was in shock. What he saw was used condom wrappers and used condoms. Now he understand what it was that they were yelling at him about. He could not make out what they were yelling at, but he noticed they were not aware he was right beside them.

“Listen perv,” Zat said, stopping them and turned around toward Fron. “Do you want to end up like the unlucky S.O.B? Listen, we all care about you, we just do not want you to - ” Then, just now noticed Vincent was with them. As he looked at Vincent, all of the other guys followed pursuit.

“Hey Vincent,” Job said. “How long have you been there?”

“Ever sense the bus stop.” Vincent said. “So, the swordsman could not find any other use for his sword so he decided to put it back into the saya?” After a few minutes, they all just busted out laughing. They started laughing so hard some of them fell to the floor. When they all recovered from there laughing spell, they started to get serious again.

“So, explain the whole idea about the sluts.” he was now curious. And it was Dumas who explained.

“As you know, in each gang there are the leaders and the second in commands. Well, in each group there are the bodyguards. Well, in The Children Of Ghetto, the bodyguards are called: Sluts. And I do mean that literally. One of the goals for The Children Of Ghetto is that they need money. So, Mycheal is a pimp who pimps out the girls. There are eight sluts. And there names are: Sky, Dame, Egypt, and Neferia. There are also the man-whores. They try to bang girls for money. There names are: Whitney, L.A., Case and Ban. In my opinion, it is all sick and repulsive in every sense of those words.” He took a deep breath. Then continued. “And what is sad is how much they pay. Mr. Pervert here has found a way to screw with the girls for free and he should STOP! Anyway, there you have it. One of the richest, most powerful, most disgusting gangs you will ever meet.” All Fron was doing was smiling as if he had done something good.

“What do you guys think of Cyri’s friends?” Then there was a roar of talking if there ever was one. The started talking non-stop. So after a few minutes, when they quieted down, Vincent asked his question.

“So you guys would be okay to be in a room with them?” They all agreed.

“Will you guys be busy on Saturday?” They all said no and agreed to go to his house on Saturday. Which was exactly what he wanted to here. After the guys went there separate ways, Vincent went home. As he entered the house, he smelt the strong odor of paint. When walked into the formal dining room he found out why. His mother was doing one of her paintings. Veronica was a good painter. Especially when it came to animals and scenery.

“Hi, Darling,” she said getting off of the ladder she was on. She went over and kissed on top of the head. “So, how was school?” she went off to the kitchen and came back with two cokes.

“It was good. But I was wondering if you would not mind if I have some friends over on Saturday would you?” After a couple of seconds. She responded saying yes, as long as they do not trash the house while she was gone. After making sure with Cyri and Job, he confirmed in himself that everything is going to plan.

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Eight.

Chapter Eight.

If there is one thing Vincent had noticed over the passed week is that this was a complete feeling of déjà vu. How? Well for starters, everything has had already happened. Like meeting someone he knew but didn’t, then meeting there friends at there house. He was having a weird feeling about this.

The house he was instructed to go to kind of took Vincent by surprise. The quickest way to describe what his house was like is to imagine a house perfect for the biggest sports fan in the world. And it sickened him. He felt so embarrassed by him in that yard that he wished for this not to happen. So, taking a deep breath, he knocked on the front door.

“HEYA DAWG!!! WHAT’S CRACKIN HOMIE?!” Vincent thought he had died and went to hell. Did this women who looks like a cheerleader just say that. Then, to confirm him that this is Job’s house, the title person appeared.

“Hey, mom. He is here to see me.” Then, the cheerleader went away to a room that was blasting with some kind of sports game.

“Who the hell is that and why - ”

“That is my dad’s fifth trophy wife. I’ll put it to you this way, she is dumber than holy hell, but my dad only married her based on looks. Disgusting.” Then, in shock, Job realized something. “Oh, please com in.” Stepping aside, Vincent went into the house.

The house was covered with everything and anything football related and a strong scent of beer and nachos. And Vincent wanted to throw up because of it. When walking into the kitchen, he saw about ten people, mostly huge, beer-bellied men with nacho stains on there shirts watching foot ball.

“Ignore them, They are my fathers friends and there wife’s watching crap. Follow me into my room.” It took a few minutes but they got to his room. Sitting on a couch was all of the people Vincent meet during his last visit at school. They were all wearing headphones that were connected to an adapter that was linked to a huge, flat screen television. On the screen, had a scene that looked an ending to a movie.

“The movie is Gamera 2: The Real Guardian of the Universe, Advent of Legion. Right now, it is at the ending. If you had arrived about three hours earlier, then you would have been in time to watch this and the first movie. Get a set of head phones and sit on the coach. I will put in the last movie.” As Vincent went and plugged in his headphones, he heard a bunch of welcoming from the guys. When Vincent sat down, Job cleared his throat and began to talk.

“Okay, men. We have ventured thru the first two and now we are about to watch the one giant monster film that is said to be as good or better than the original Gojira. The movie is: Gamera 3: The Absolute Guardian Of The Universe, Evil God Iris’ Awakening.” when he said all of this, they all (except Vincent) started cheering and clapping up a storm. After they were done, Vincent had only one question.

“What is with the headphones?”

“You see, the men down stairs have a tendency to - ” There was a roar from down stairs that shook all of there drinks violently.

“I do not think I need to explain any further. Now, on to the movie.” the lights were turned off and the movie was playing very smoothly. An hour and forty minutes later, Vincent was in shock about how good it was. They all took off there headphones and, all at ounce, started talking, commenting on the film. After a few minutes, Job stood up and left. When he returned, he had some bags of sour cream and onion chips.

“I was wondering if you guys could do something for me.” Vincent said taking huge gulps of water. “When I meet someone, I like to know there life story. I want to know there life story because it helps me to get to know the people I will be spending my time with.” After a few minutes, Zat began to speak.

I was originally from Winnipeg, Canada. The only thing in which I liked about Winnipeg was Phantompalooza. Phantompalooza was an annual celebration of the movie Phantom Of The Paradise. I was suppose to go to a special stage version when I was suppose to play the character Swan, but then I got the word that I had to move here. I never knew the reason other than the fact that I was pissed.

When we moved to Colorado, the first thing people asked me was if my name was Terrance, Phillip, or Ike. First of all, I hate South Park. So when they asked me that, I was, you get the Idea. I was about to blow until I met Job. He treated me like a person and now, I have friends. So, that is all you need to know.

When he stopped talking, he took a huge gulp of water and took a deep breath. Then, Jack started talking.

I came from the down under, Australia. I lived around Sydney, and at night, it was beautiful. Especially if you were in the Sydney Opera House. I have been in there a few times, and all I have to say is: it is the perfect place to go to watch an opera. I used to spend weekends in the desert area looking for exotic animals. It was all fun until my mother got sick.

My mother got some kind of cancer that was never really explained to me. All I knew about it was that Australia did not have any doctors that could cure her, so we went to America like they suggested. I was enrolled in school here, but I missed the Great Out Back, the Opera House, the animals and, many other things. Then I met Zat, who introduced me Job, then we became friends. And I needed friends at the time because of the next events. Mind you, I have gotten over this.

What happened was that we were to late. The doctors tried to save my mother, but her body shut down and we lost her. It was devastating but, I was able to get over with numerous therapy sessions and a lot of meat. One of the good things is that I have found a crush. And you know her as Joan. So, that leads us to today.

As Jack stopped talking, Vincent could swear he saw a tear in his eye. Before he could give it another thought, there was a roar from down stairs.

“What the hell was that!” He exclaimed a little bit more loudly then he meant.

“Cheerleader strippers. You see, the guys down stairs have this bet: they will split into two groups cheering on one of the two teams. And which ever team wins, the group that looses wife’s will have to either strip, give a lap dance, or a strip tease. Disgusting. Anyway, who’s next?” After a few minutes, Dumas started talking.

It is without a doubt that I am fat. Now there is a reason why I am fatter than holy hell. And the reason is that my family owns a deli. A deli that specializes in Philly Steak Subs. You see my family came from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. We had what was considered the greatest Philly Steak Subs in all of Pennsylvania. It was so good that one day this food critic came and ate one of our sandwiches and said it was so good that they wanted us to open another one here in Colorado. I was excited because I like meeting new people and visiting new places. But this was not what I had in mind.

For when I first moved here, I had a lot of criticism due to the fact that I am overweight. People had a tendency to steal all of my possessions, punch me in the balls to “check” if I was a male or female, and, to top it all off, they once set my families deli on fire.

My family was about to move until we got a problem: my mother was pregnant. It was a huge shock for my family and we decided to stay here for a while until my mother delivered. I was stunned because of the fact that we had to stay in this retched place. So, to fill up some time, I decided to join band. While I was in band, I met Jack. Yeah, that is one thing Jack did not tell you.

So, while I was in band, I made friends with the other guys and, they became my group. And I needed it because about five months later, the fetus in my mother’s womb died. It was a huge impact on my mom and dad. So huge, they decided not to get out of bed. The effect is still going on today. I talked to them about having me stay at one of my friends house until they were back to normal. And that leads me to here.

When Dumas stopped talking, Fron started talking. And the first thing he said made Vincent’s jaw drop.

I was a virgin until my twelve birthday. When I first had sex, I was to young to remember how it was but I remember that it was my cousin that actually paid me to do it with her. She aid me one hundred dollars. The next thing I remembered was that she got into trouble and I never saw her again. In the words of Rocky Horror, My libido hasn’t been in control. Meaning, I screw girls non-stop. It is an addiction but I have been abstinent for three months! And that is a start! That is all.

That was the most saddest, most sickening, and most disturbing and shortest life story Vincent had ever heard and he wished to never here it again. There was only one life story left. And it was Ronnie. Ronnie cleared his throat and began to speak.

I was born in South Africa. It was kind of like hell over there because my mother did not work and my father was using his time to try to get into a school and did not work. For the first eight years of my life, we did not eat much and were in hiding. You see, there are two major differences between my family and the average African American family. First was that my family does not beat up white people. A lot of black kids (b-kids) had a tendency to beat the living hell out of white kids (w-kids) because b-kids thought w-kids owned them for the years of slavery that America had on blacks. My family believed what has done, is done and not to worry about it. Say that around were I lived, you get beaten up.

Second, my family is against rap, hip-hop, and anything related music. We just do not agree with the lyrics and think it is sinful. If you look on my hand, you will see that half of my middle finger is missing. That is because I once said rap music sucks. So my family sold all of what we had and moved to America. What I did not know is that my family had grandparents in Colorado that were doctors.

They told us we can live in there house until we have gotten enough money to buy our own house. As a welcoming gift, they decided to make me a fake middle finger to clip onto the stump that is there. I was surprised at how it moved and worked. Also surprised at how heavy it is. So, if I have to write or I am going to school, you will see a complete middle finger. Other times, you will not.

When I went to school here, kids would either say I was an illegal alien or I was from Kenya. It was so sickening because they would take whatever I had to eat and say, “Oh, you are used to it.”. You do not understand what that was like having kids do that to you. But the worst has yet to happen.

I was in class one day, and I got a question wrong. And the teacher, under her breath, called me a ******. I went home and told my parents. They then went and sued the school. I was beaten up again because the teacher they sued was a particular favorite of the schools. But, to my rescue was Job, Zat, Jack, Dumas, and Fron. They went and thankfully saved me.

After words, they told me there life stories and, with the huge exception of Fron, I figured out that there life’s and my life was not so different. I told them mine, and thus we became friends. The End.

All Vincent could do is stair in awe at the information he has received. He could not believe how all of the lives he had heard were linked into each other. He was about to say something until there was another huge roar from down stairs. Then he looked at the clock and he nearly fainted.

“I am sorry, but I have to leave.” As he was standing up, Job also stood.

“Do you know your way back to your house?” Now that he had mentioned it, Vincent did not.

“No. follow me.” When they both left, they left behind a huge roar of arguing. They did not want to find out what had happened.

When they went down stairs, they tried there hardest to not make a noise, but they were unsuccessful. For when they went down stairs, Job’s father notice them.

“Cut your hair, you pussy!” he said with a drunken overtone.

“I am not going to cut my hair.” Now an intrusting argument starts.

“Then change your clothes. You look like a fudge packer.” Now, steam was going out of Job’s ears.

“I am leaving.” he said hurrying out of the front door.

“Wait! You have something on your face.” Job now actually had a questionable face.

“I do? What?” Then, his father started to laugh.

“Gay!”

“Dad, FUCK you!” Then both him and Vincent left and slammed the front door. Job’s father said something, but they did not stick around to hear what it was. After a few minutes, Vincent thought it was okay to actually start talking again.

“Does he do that often?” Job took a huge sigh.

“Sadly yes. What is even more sad is that he does that even when he is sober. I am getting sick of it.” They were silent for a few minutes. Then he started talking again.

“Well, I trust you can find your own way back from here.” Vincent looked around and saw they were at a lamppost. His mind was still on the information he had heard from the other guys.

“You know, I was thinking.” Vincent finally said. “Your lives and Cyri’s friends lives are not that different.” Job had this puzzled face.

“Well, see ya.” he said as he turned and left Vincent at the lamppost. Vincent then went and turned and walked home. As he was, he was thinking about all of the characters he had met or gained knowledge about. But his mind kept on going toward The Children Of Ghetto. Then, he had an idea. An idea so great that it could change the very fabric of his life.

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Seven.

Chapter Seven.

“Hey, Vincent,” Cyri said over his cell phone. It is great having friends, but it is annoying as hell when they call most of the time.


“Yes?” he said questionably.

“I got some bad news. My uncle had died.”

“Oh, my God! Cyri I am so sorry!” Vincent exclaimed in shock.

“It’s okay. I did not know him anyway. But listen. Sense the other girls will be coming with me, I talked to one of my friends and he said he will take care of you until we come back.” It was still kind of strange that she was kind of calm, but then again, she did not really know her uncle that much.

“Cool, who is the guy? And why do I need taking care of?” this really got on Vincent’s nerves.

“His name is Job. Just so you know, he looks like a cross-breed between Rob Pattinson and Quentin Tarantino. And, if you hang out with him, then be prepared to be mobbed by numerous girls because of the fact that he is considered the hottest guy in school. And he is Jadis’ main crush. Well, I need to go. So see ya!” Then she hung up, leaving Vincent to his thoughts. That was on Saturday.



Now, it is Monday. And Tad was not on the bus, so Vincent was sad. But all of it changed when he got off of the bus and everything changed. Even though he is not homosexual, he could not help but admit that the person who must be Job was, indeed, handsome. When Job saw Vincent, he smiled and walked over.

“So, you must be Vincent.” he said with a care free laugh. He walked over and put his hand on top of Vincent’s shoulder. “Yeah, you will do fine.” then they walked into the building. When they got inside, a lot of girls where calling out his name, over and over again. It was starting to get onto Vincent’s nerves.

“Does that ever get annoying?” he finally asked when the area was quiet.

“From time to time, but you sooner or later get over it. Oh, there they are.” he said as a group of other guys were standing. When they saw them walk toward them, the group went and started talking. It was hard to understand what they were saying until Job had them shut up.

“Okay, this is Vincent. He belongs with Cyri. You guys are to treat him with the most upright respect.” they were then silent. Then, after a while of silent, one of the kids stepped forth and extended his hand.

“I am Zat.” He looked thin, had dirt blond hair, and his lips were always pursed. And then the others follow pursuit.

“I am Dumas.” He was over-weight, had short, brown hair, and his cheeks were red.

“I an Fron.” The best way to describe him is to imagine Zac Effron or Joe Jonas, just make them, not gay.

“And I am Ronnie.” Again, the best way to describe him is to imagine a young, Ronnie James Dio, just with dark skin. Vincent thought, ‘Is it me, or does this seem to much like when I met Cyri’s friends. He was continually thinking about, until the bell for homeroom had rung. He decided he will think about the similarities later.



“Vincent!” Job yelled half way across the lunch room. When he found them, he was surprised at how they all acted. Almost like robots. And, it appeared that they were the only ones not causing mayhem or mischief. When he sat down, all of the guys looked around cautiously then, they started talking. First, was Ronnie.

“Okay, Vincent. We already know all about you. And we know the reason why Cyri is having us protect you. Do you know the reason why?” Now that is a question that has been on his mind for some time.

“Yeah, why? Is there some huge, dark secret that if I know it will destroy the world?” He was joking himself. The others had weary looks when he said this.

“In a way, yeah.” Ronnie said. “You see, as probably know, there are three main gangs in this school. They are: The Children Of Ghetto, The Children Of Blondes, and The Children Of The Nobodies. As there names suggest, C.O.G. are made up of, now remember, I can say this because I am black, therefore not making it racist. Anyway, the C.O.G. are made up of a bunch of black kids with one or three white kids that think they are black, but really are not. The reason why they formed this group is because of the fact that they believe that white people should pay them back for the years of slavery. In my opinion, I say that time has paid for it self. I mean, look at my family. My whole family is black, and you don’t see us complain. So why should they? The next group is The Children Of Blondes. They are nothing but a bunch of dumb blondes trying to bake themselves look smart, but really, they are not. And then you got The Children of Nobodies, and I believe the title is pretty self-explanatory.” Vincent only thought that this is turning out to be more like a gang movie.

“Has there been any hard core wars? Or anything that could be used to start a war?”

“Thankfully, no. But there has been some tension between them and us due to some pervert.” He said giving Fron a dirty look.

“What?” Fron said in a carefree sort of way.

“You know what. Like when the school authorities caught you in the bathroom with one of the sluts (female members of C.O.G.) with your parents between your legs and her shirt off.” Fron only smiled.

“Listen jackass, it is no laughing matter. You know to damn well that Ratliff or the trio would do anything to show them that white people are pure evil!” Now, Vincent is just plain confused.

“Who is Ratliff and the trio?”

“People who you never want to encounter.” Then, Job took over.

“Okay, Ronnie, if you are such a wimp, I will tell him. Ratliff is the leader of The Children Of Ghettos. He is one of the most ruthless, most disturbing people in the world. And of the most richest also. He was prosecuted on, at least, ten sexual abuse charges, and prostitution, five drug charges and countless others. He was able to loose all of those charges due to the fact that he was able to hire a lot of lawyers. One of the other most disturbing things is that he is white who acts black.” Vincent’s jaw just dropped.

“Now the trio is a bunch of kids that are his best friends and bodyguards. There names are: Mycheal, Lee, and Snoop. they are basically Ratliff split into three people. But they are worse due to the fact that they specialize in certain aspects. Mycheal: A Pimp. Most of the Sluts he use to get money from people that want to get laid. Lee: Drug and Rape charges. Known for exporting drugs to numerous students, and know for raping any woman that does not pay up. The last woman that was rape was so messed up in the head that she had to leave the school and go to a mental institution. And Snoop: Silencer. If you find out anything that could get them into jail, then it is his job to silence you. Simple as that.” Now, Vincent is crapping his pants. He knew of gangs being her, but NOT Blood and Crips type of gangs. He is now wondering if it was worth coming here.



He decided to walk home that day. He needed to clear his mind. As he was walking, he realized he was not alone.

“Why are you following me?” he asked Job.

“Doing my job for a friend.” he said in a carefree way. “Let me guess, you want me to tell you my Life Story?” Now he is talking Vincent’s language.

“If you don’t mind.” Then, taking a deep breath, he began to tell his tale.



Unlike most of your friends, I was born with a very happy life. To make this short, the best way to imagine my life is to think of all of those sitcom families and then you get my life. That was before I knew the truth. I was raised to believe the world is a happy, carefree world, but we all know it is the exact opposite.

We know the world is a cruel place with no sense of moral fiber or decency. Example: TV. You turn on the TV and what do you find? Drugs and sex galore. Biggest examples are the music videos. First off, the lyrics are terrible, all about violence, drugs, and beating women. Sad and sick. Second are the gangs, and I don’t think I need to tell you about that.

So after finding the truth, I started to disbelief everything I was told. Then I made friends with Zat, Dumas, Ronnie, Fron, and Tad. Now you. Which leads me to today.



“Okay, my life is not that eventful, but it is a life and that’s all that counts, right?” Vincent nodded his head. “Oh, before I forget, me and the guys are going to my house to watch some movies. It will be on the weekend. If you want, you can come. Oh, and if you need to know where my house is, ask Tad.” Vincent thought about it, and said yes.

“Sure.”

“Great. See you Saturday!” then Job ran off.

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Six.

Chapter Six

When the weekend came, Vincent went to Cyri’s house for the first time. It felt weird. Not because her house was in between both his and Tad’s, because of her past and what her step mother and father would say and do. When he got to the front door, he took in a long, hard deep breath and knocked on the front door. His heart was beating rapidly when the front door opened.

The person who opened the front was this woman who looked like a typical sitcom-style mom. When she saw him, she gave a little smile.

“You must be Vincent.” she said, stepping away from the entrance to let him walk in. Cyri’s house was, bland and clean. There was very little furniture and the floor was made out of wood. Sitting on a couch was this man sipping a beer and watching some kind of sport. When he looked up, he had this sour look on his face.

“Honey, this is Cyri’s friend, Vincent.” his face loosened up a bit.

“Nice to meet you, Vincent.” He said standing up. “I am Mark and this is Heidi.” he walked over and put his arm around Heidi waist. Vincent looked at them and sighed. After hearing Cyri’s heart breaking story about her life, he was glad she had a loving family. He looked into Mark's eyes and saw the reflection of a girl. He turned around and he saw Coraline.

“Oh, Vinc,” she said with a giddy attitude. “come, we have been expecting you.” then she took his hand and dragged him across the house, up a flight of stair and then in front of a door that had the word Cyri in beautiful, curvy letters and the words: Keep Out! in blood-stained letters. “Okay, vamp-king,” she said, shoving him hard against the opposite wall. “You are about to enter Cyri’s room. You don’t touch anything, don’t go near anything, and you don’t talk unless you are spoken to. If you break any of these rules -”

“Coraline,” Cyri’s voice boomed across the hallway. Coraline went back into the room. “Sorry about her. She takes the whole idea about being one of my bodyguards to seriously.” She was wearing a black Marilyn Manson tee-shirt and black bunny pajama bottoms with lion slippers. “So, you want to come inside?” she grabbed his hand and dragged him into her room.

The first thing he noticed about her room was the fact that there were no windows. The walls were pall painted black with posters of various bands and movies. When he finally sat down, all of the people he meet at school were there.

“Okay everyone,” Cyri said, sounding like a leader. “As you all know, Vincent has been DAIKAIJU ever sense Heidi and Mark first adopted me. Now, I find it unfair that only me and Tad have allowed him to know our life stories while you all know his and he does not know your life stories. And in my opinion, that is not fair. So the purpose of today’s gathering is to all let Vincent know who we are. You are to state your name, then revel your life story. Do you all understand?”

“Yes Cyri!” all of the girls responded at once, like an army responding to a general. Vincent was stunned, but impressed non the less.

“Okay Jadis, you first!” Cyri said as she got up and sat across from Vincent.

“My name is Jadis and this is my life story.”

I was born in Manhattan, New York to two lawyers. We had a lot of money, lived in a huge house, and had a life a luxury. You know all of those movies that take place in New York’ wealth society and there house? Everything right down to the maids? That was my house.

My parents bought me everything. All I had to do was point at something, and then I got it. I had plenty of friends. But with all of that, there was one major problem. That problem was, did anyone really care about me? The reason why is because on a few business trips, my parents had literally forgotten that I was there. They treated me as if I was an accessory.

Every time we got back from one of theses trips, there was all of this fighting. My father accused my mother of having an affair and vise versa. I know it was not as bad or as terrible as yours and Cyri’s life, but it was still very bad. It got to such a point that my grandparents had gotten custody over me.

I was happy and I was mad. Happy because I did not have to deal with all of the fighting and the false love. Mad because I missed all of the false love. You see, living in a wealthy society meant that you can have or get what every you want. From the best perfumes and soaps to the most fabulous cloths.

Anyway when I was moved here, I did not like this place one bit. Because I thought when they said we were to be moving to a big city, they meant going to where everything was expensive. Not the suburbs. I felt out of place because I looked so different, talked so different, and over all, acted so different. But everything changed when I met Cyri.

I met Cyri when we were in middle school during P.E. Both of use were walking, and I just started talking. I can not remember what was said but all I remember is that after some arguing, we became friends. And after the formation of the gangs, I ended up being her body guards. Which now leads us to today. Were I have good friends and I am spilling my guts out to a complete stranger. No offense.

Every one clapped after Jadis got done telling her story. Then she got up, gave Cyri a hug, then went back to sit where she originally was.

“Thank you Jadis. Now, Joan, please come up here and tell your life story.” The track girl Joan got up and sat down across from Vincent. Then, she began to talk.

Even though I am American, I was born, and lived most of my life thus far in Japan. The village I lived on had no electricity. You maybe wondering why I have such strong legs? Well that is because my family lived an a farm. I did not go to school a lot because I always had to help out and make sure our produce got in on time. Even though I loved the culture of Japan, I could not stand it at all. The village I lived in had not changed sense World War 2. It was like it was frozen in time. So, when we spoke to the village leader, he said that if we were to leave our village, then, under no circumstances can we return.

It broke my mothers heart, but we decided it was for the best. My mother explained to the leader why we had to leave, and kind hearted as he was, he convinced the U.S. government into booking us a Japanese hotel to stay in until my family can find a house and a job.

A month later, my father (he was from America) found some of his high school friends who were able to get him a job in a deli in Colorado. When we moved there, they surprised us by having a house paid off and having furniture putted in. The house was already picture perfect, so all we had to do was put our clothes away and go shopping for food and then we were set.

In a lot of ways, it was hard for my family when we first moved here because we were not accustomed to electronics and items as such. It was hell for me at school because when I told kids I was from Japan, they had mocked me about it for a long time. Then the kids that were Japanese always got pissed at me because they did not believe that I was from Japan. At the high point of all of my frustration, I met Cyri. She told me her life story and I told her mine. Then, through a miracle, she and I became friends. Which leads me to today.

When she was done, she just somberly walked back to her place and nodded toward Cyri. When Cyri got up she took a deep breath and began to talk.

“Thank you, Joan. Now, Maxine, please come up and tell us your life story.” The little overweight girl got up and walked over and sat across from Vincent and began talking.

Me and Joan are not very much different. You see, I was born in Mexico. Both of my parents were Mexican and I am American. The reason for that is because my mother was a little slut and screwed around with an American. Thus creating: moi.

Now, it was horrible living in Mexico because of the fact that if you are not Mexican, then no one had any respect for you. They think that you came from America to remind everyone of how poor they were. So, when I got the news that my fathers company would be moving us, I was excited. I was excited because we would be leaving a place that I found disgusting and be leaving a place where people treated me with no respect.

I would miss the place because of my favorite holiday: Day of the Dead. I loved the holiday because of the fact that people in Mexico or any other place with heavy Mexican influence would take a day out of the year, just to celebrate the dead. I find it extremely honorable.

Anyway, it turned out that my fathers company was going to send us to Colorado. I was excited due to the fact that I always wanted to live in a place that was ice cold (living in a place that is boiling hot would make you yearn to go some place cold). But, I was not expecting what might have happened.

When I went to school and they found out I was Mexican, they started ripping on me. Started asking me to get them some pot or weed. That is why I hate American entertainment like Cheech and Chong. Because they make it seem like all Mexicans want to do is transport drugs. I know that there are some idiots that do, but my family would never.

Anyway, during a state of being depress, I found Joan. When Joan told me her life story, I was shocked at how people treated her in comparison to my life. After a week of being friends, she introduced me to Cyri and then we became friends. And then, here we are. The End!

She stood up and bowed while everyone was laughing and clapping. Calming down, Cyri stood and began to speak.

“One person left. Coraline, get up here.” When she sat down, the orange girl stood up and happily jumped into her spot and began to tell her life story.

I love crime. I just love it. I love the thrill of being on a chase, the fear that I could get caught and the people you meet along the way. I always watch crime dramas and I thought I knew how to be a perfect criminal, but I was wrong. One day, I stole about five thousand dollars worth of electronics and I got caught. By the order of court I was to spend two months in juvenile prison. In there, I met some rather interesting characters. But one of them, the most interesting of all was Tad.

You see, most of my time in Juvie, I spent with Tad. And over time, we had a relation ship, then, we became boyfriend and girlfriend. I was shocked when he told me why he was thrown in and he was more shocked as to why I was throne in. another thing that shocked us was that we went to the same school, same class, lived in the same neighborhood and we did not even noticed each other.

So when we where released, which was also on the exact same day, we promised to see each other everyday and we had. But when we got back to school, we were ridiculed because of our relationship. To such an extent that they started calling me a slut. Mostly because I ‘matured’ faster than other girls.

So, along the way, I meet Jadis. At first, me and Jadis did not get along pretty well but over time we did. We mostly did not get along because of the fact that I had a boyfriend and she does not belive in having boyfriends until high school. But, I say if love strikes, then take. Meaning if you find true love, then go with it.

Anyway, after meeting Jadis, I finally got to meet Cyri. When me and Cyri met, we became instant friends. Now, looking back on it, we have became a rather large group of friends. End of life story.

The only thing Vincent could do is drop his jaw in aw. He could not believe the lives these amazing five girls and one boy had. Now, the only life that he had heard that had impacted him so deeply was Cyri’s but still, the lives were so shocking. He could not belive it.

“I will admit,” he sad after some time. “you are all amazing people with, in a sad way, amazing lives. But, in my opinion and my belief, we were all put together for a reason. I am not sure what this reason is, but I belief were destined to be here.” when he was done speaking, he looked at the clock and saw the time. “I am sorry I could not stay here longer, but I have to go.” When he was running down the stairs, he could not believe that he had spent two and a half hours at Cyri’s house, when he got down stairs, he saw Cyri’s parents.

“Is everything alright?” Mark asked as he walked out of the kitchen.

“Yeah, everything is alright. I just need to get home.” he saw the look in her step-parents eyes. It was a look of relief. Relief that there step-daughter, that had most of her life been tortured, was finally making some real friends. As he was about to walk out of the front door, Cyri’s parents spoke.

“Remember, if you need anything,” Heidi said, “Then please come and get us. Remember our names are Mark and Heidi.”

“Thanks, Mark. Heidi.” Then he closed the door and walked home, trying to digest all he heard today about his new friends.

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Five.

Chapter Five

Vincent liked riding the buses. Because they allowed him to clear his mind. But in the one week that Vincent had lived in Colorado, he learned one thing: Cyri doesn’t always ride the bus to school. So on the first day Vincent saw Cyri at the bus stop, he just had to ask her.

“So, why is it you very rarely ride the bus?” He asked, feeling the ice cold air hitting his face. This was a feeling he very much enjoyed.

“Because, I like hanging around some of my other friends.” She said taking a drink of coffee.

“Just so I know,” he said, turning around to face her. “who are your other friends?”

“I tell you what,” Cyri said, taking a last giant gulp of coffee. “Sit by my friends at lunch today. You will get to know them pretty well.” then, just out of the blue, she let out one of the loudest burp Vincent has ever heard. “Excuse me” she said sheepishly.

“Wow,” That was Vincent had to say. Then, the bus came. When they got on the bus, they found some seats at the back that know one was using. On the bus’s stereo, Panic! At The Disco’s I write sins, Not Tragedies was playing. Then, with out realizing it, they were both singing the lyrics. It was weird because they realized that no one else knew the song. It was also so peacefully on the bus, until he showed up.

There was this little kid, not much higher than 4’11’’, wore all black (just like Vincent), had this dyed black hair that covered his face, and wore a Linkin Park tee-shirt. He went to the back of the bus and sat across from were Vincent and Cyri wore. He turned toward Vincent and smiled.

“Hi, asshole!” he said waving his hand.

“Excuse me, but why did you call me that?” but before the kid could speak, Cyri put her hand on Vincent’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it.” Then she turned toward the boy. “And Tad, stop saying that to every guy I speak to.” Then he was quiet for the rest of the bus.

“Tad?” Vincent asked Cyri, turning around in his seat.

“Yeah, that is Tad. You see, tad is one of my oldest friends. He knows everything you know about me. And because of my boyfriend and what he had done, he doesn’t trust any males.” Then she turned toward Tad. “And Tad, you can trust him.”

“Why?” he asked suspiciously.

“You remember DAIKAIJU? Well, this is him.” Tad looked sad. Vincent could not figure out why. But he did not need to worry for long because the bus had pulled into the school.

For the next few hours, Vincent did not talk to Cyri until there break. When he got to her table, he saw Cyri and Tad, but a group of five other girls. They all look as if they all got back from a Joan Jett concert.

“Vincent!” Cyri yelled across the room. When he came over, this girl with pretty orange hair moved and sat next to Tad. “Well Vincent, you want to meet my friends, well here they are! Let’s start by introducing the girl on my right.” Vincent looked and saw she had hair similar to Janet Leigh’s hair from Psycho, and wore a long, silk jacket that beautiful engravings of birds that had the words LOVE and HATE printed. “This is Jadis. Now, across from Jadis is Maxine.” She looked a little overweight, but not a LOT. “And next to Tad is his girlfriend: Coraline.” Coraline was the girl with pretty orange hair. But there was one other girl. She had very long, beautiful legs. The legs of a track runner. “And the last girl is Joan.” Joan just looked up and then tilt her head back down. And that was that for her.

“Vincent,” Jadis spoke. “From what Cyri has told us, you had known her over the internet. Well, as her bodyguards, we need to spend some one-on-one time with you to see if you are a threat to her and to us.”

“When will this happen?” Vincent let out a sigh.

“Over the next five days.” Jadis said with a grin.

“Okay.” Before Vincent could say anything, they had to get back to class. The rest of the day was the same as usual, boring school work and lectures. But when it was time to leave, Vincent could not seem to find Cyri anywhere on the bus.

“She is with her friends.” Tad said when he sat down next to Vincent. They were silent for the rest of the time until they got off at Cyri’s bus stop. When they got off, Vincent and Tad started talking.

“So,” Vincent started off, “how did you meet Cyri?”

“I meet her on my first day here. Like her other friends, we were all friends way before Cyri arrived. And after she made her approach, we all just became friends.” They were silent for a while until Vincent got an idea.

“Tell me your life story.” Tad gave Vincent a strange look.

“Why?”

“Because I like to know who I am talking to.” Tad gave a deep breath, and began to speak.

By the time I was eight, I was expelled from about three different schools. The schools said that I was not concentrating on my work, nothing gets signed, and I don’t cooperate well with others. Well how can you when you live my life? I am a child that has a crap load of brothers and sisters, low income, and have parents that continuously use me and my siblings to back fire each other. But what really shocked everyone was when I got angry and beat the living hell out of my mom. You see, I had anger management issue. So what happened, my parents had me put under arrest for a few months in prison. The kind of prison kids go to. And lets say I was let out for good behavior.

Then, when I got back, my parents had been divorced. My father decided to keep me and got married to one of the worst step mothers in history. I wont go into details but what I will tell is that she believes all music is the work of Satan, except gospel. So, as you might have guessed, I had to hide the fact that I owned heavy metal items.

Anyway, when I got into middle school, I meet Cyri. I originally had a crush on her, until I found Coraline. She and me meet at a Hot Topic. I wont go into details, but after words, she and me became long term boyfriend-girlfriend.

Then the event happened. When Cyri’s boyfriend betrayed her. I know who the person is, but I was sworn to never reveal his name. I sworn on the day she found out you where DAIKAIJU. Which Now leads me to here. Any questions?

In all of Vincent’s life, that was the shortest life story he had heard. But, he didn’t ask why. He just took it.

“So, where do you live?” Tad asked when they where standing in front of Vincent’s house.

“Right here!” he said. Then, there was this look of surprise on Tad’s face.

“I live on the other side of that house.” He pointed at Cyri’s house. Vincent’s jaw dropped.

“Well, see ya!” then tad ran toward his house. The only thing on Vincent’s mind at that time was astonishment over the fact that another one of his friends lived ridiculously close to him.

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Four.

Chapter Four

“Wait, WHAT!?!?!?!?” Vincent yelled when she told him. “I believe you need to come inside.” When she walked in, she was taken aback by what she saw. For when she first walked into the house, the room she was in was the living room, which looked like something from the Victorian Era.

“Your house is beautiful.” Her breath was taken away. Then she followed him into the kitchen.

“Want something to drink?” He asked as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can of Tab. When he through the can toward her, she took the can and bite into it, sucking out the drink.

“So, is that how you drink?” Vincent said as he saw he drink.

“Yeah,” she said, crushing the can. “Only when I have a can. You want to sit? Daikaiju?” He moved over and sat across from her.

“I still can not believe it. It feels as if God is writing our lives and trying to make time go faster. Writing our lives story. So, what do you make of this?” He drank half of his Tab in a few quick gulps.

“I can’t believe I treated a guy who has been my friend for years like crap.” she said with a mini laugh. “Sorry I acted the way I did. I have uncounted a very hate breaking experience in my life. Do you just want me to tell you my life from my earliest memory to now?” Vincent said yes. Then she began her story:

My earliest memory was when I was three. I was having a birthday party. Oh, and to this day I can still remember every detail from the colors of the balloons to the people that where there. The day was perfect, until my parents started fighting. You see, my mother was a hardcore drunk that had spent a lot of money on the most expensive quality of liquor. And my father was an abusive person. This day was one of the biggest examples.

My mom, when she was sober, promised me that she would not get drunk at all that day. I was young, so I believed her. But, she got drunk anyway. So what did my father do? Beat the living hell out of her. You could hear the shouting down the street. It was terrifying. Some of the parents that were there took there kids and just left. Not helping them or trying to get them to stop. So, to block out the screams and yells, I went into my room and cried. That was when he came in.

He went to me and hugged me and everything was going to be all right, then I noticed something. His hands where moving down to my lower back then up my shirt. Then he started taking off my shirt. Remember, I was three years old back then. I was yelling at him to stop touching me, but every time I did, he would strike me across the face. Then, he took off my pants and inserted himself into me. It felt so wrong, so bad, so disgusting. I wanted to die so much. It hurt every time he inserted himself.

So the next day at school, I felt miserable. So, doing what the school has instructed us to do, I went to see a counselor. Being a child, I told her everything. Then a bunch of cops came and said I needed to go to a hospital. They also said my parents were under arrest due to neglect (mom) and physical and sexual abuse (dad). At the hospital, my lower half was checked for damage. Thankfully, there was none. Due to the circumstances, I was to stay at the hospital for a few days. A teacher would drop off my homework and would help me if I needed it.

A month later, I was in court prosecuting my parents. It was hard, but over time, I lost all respect for them. By order of the court, I was to be put into a foster home. It was hell in there, but not as bad as my parents. Oh, both of my parents were sentence to jail. For got how long, and I don’t care as long as they are away from me.

Two years have passed and I was adopted by two parents that had a lot of money. They bought me what ever I wanted. Books, games, toys, all I had to do was point my finger then it was mine. But soon I knew why they bought so much things for me. The father owned an illegal sweat shop the used child labor. One year later when I was six, I decided to call the cops and have the place shut down.

Now the sweat shop was that we had to stuff illegal drugs into items and distribute them to drug users. The drugs in there were worth billions of dollars. I remember seeing the faces of the other children that had to under go the same pain and torture I felt. The food was terrible, the screams were unbearable, and they did not care if you were sick or injured, you had to work. The only time you did not have to work is when you are dead.

So I was throne back into an orphanage until I was ten. Then, thank god, a stream of good luck had been formed. A loving, well respected family adopted me and finally gave me the life I always wanted. So then I made a group of good friends and was finally treated like a real person. Also, I had gotten a boyfriend. He knew all about me and my past, but he promised not to tell anyone, then he moved for a while.

I was not really affected by this until he returned. For when he returned, he was a totally different person. He used to dress clean cut, really handsome, but when he return, he shaved his head, wore baggy shirts, sagged pants, and spoke street a lot. So, I did not feel I loved him anymore. So, I done what my heart, brain, and soul told me to do: breakup with him. And he did not like that one bit.

So, what did he decide to do to get back at me? Tell the whole school my past. Then, everyone started calling me: practice, cow, slave girl, slut, whore, and it was not my fault! It was not my fault I had gotten a screwed up life! So, he was suspended for a while and had to go an alternative school for delinquents. He stayed there until I turned thirteen, which now leads to right now. So now he is back and has resurrected it all again.

Vincent was speechless. And he thought his life sucked, his life was It’s A Wonderful Life compared to hers. There was a moment of silence. Vincent looked and figured that he did not notice that she drank half a case of Tab. Then he looked into her eyes. In her eyes, he saw that tears were draining constantly. If there was one thing that he hated, it had to be a young lady crying. So, he done what was natural and that was to hug her.

“Thanks for listening.” she said, calming down.

“I’m so sorry. I did not know about how your life has been.” he was really disturb about how her life had been.

“If there is one thing that bugs me, then it would have to be people saying that they are sorry for ones misery.” Then they were very silent. She looked at the time and her eyes had grown wide. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.” Then, she left.

Wondering what the time was, his eyes had grown wide. They were talking for two and a half hours. While cleaning up the kitchen, his mother walked in carrying a few bags.

“Sorry I’m late, I went to the mall and picked up a few statues of cats.” Veronica LOVED cats. “So, how was your day?”

“It was okay. I will be taking the bus tomorrow.” Vincent said as he looked at his mother’s bags. “And remember, just because dad died does not mean we can spend it like hogs.” Taking the bags, he laid them onto the counter. He saw the cats and was impressed by there structure and detail.

“So,” Veronica asked suddenly “what do you want for dinner?” Thinking, he said. “I’ll fix some burgers. You already spent enough money as is.” All his mom did was smile. She thought: he is growing up to be a fine, young man, while he started preparing supper.

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Three.

As they pulled into the drive-way of there new house, Vincent and his mother saw a truck and a few men in blue jump suits that were carrying in furniture. When the man who appeared to be the boss saw the white SUV pull up, he walked over to the car.


“Mrs. Gesudio?” he asked when they walked out of the SUV.

“Yes. And I trust you are the movers?” She said, looking around.

“We are the movers. Now, we all most got everything in the house. Just wait a few minutes and we will be done.” When she nodded her head, he went back to working with the other movers.

“So,” she said putting her arm around Vincent. “What do you think?” Looking around, you could not see that many mountains. When Veronica said that they were going to move to Colorado, Vincent thought she meant in the mountains. Not a cul-de-sac. But to keep on her good side, he quickly made up something.

“It’s nice.” Before Veronica could do anything, the head mover came back.

“We are done with the job. Now, not to seem rude, but we need to talk about payment.” Veronica tried her hardest not to seem angry.

“Vincent, we will talk later. In the mean time, explore the house.” Then they were off.

When he walked inside, he was fairly impressed. As you walk in, the room you go into first is the living room. The only way to describe it is to think of ceilings in a church, then move that ceiling into a house then you get the idea of the living room. The entire room was white with a very faint hint of pink.

When he turned around, he saw two rooms (the twin rooms) colored with pine green. The room on the left had his book shelves, computer, and one of three coffee makers. So he assumed that room was his library/office. The other room had a long mahogany table with chairs to match. That must be either the dining room or the meeting room.

The kitchen was a dark purple color. There was the main part that had the stove and refrigerator then there was a huge, vacant lot that only had his grandmother’s glass table. That must be the regular dining room. His room was where the stairs where.

When he reached the top floor, all of the breath in him went away. Veronica had actually obeyed Vincent and had his room painted black. When he looked out the window, he could see everything. But one thing bothered him.

Standing on the drive way was a group of teenagers. Their was thirteen of them. Eleven of them were African American, two Caucasian. The tallest Caucasian had a shaven head, wore what appeared to be a wife-beater, and had his pants sagging. The other Caucasian wore a light pink dress shirt, semi-sagging jeans, and flip-flops. Both had blond hair, with the second’s hair being a little longer. The girls (all African American) wore extremely tight clothing that did not look comfortable. Most of their hair was in corn-rows and their shirts were very short and reveling, show a little too much cleavage. Too Vincent, this was utterly pathetic and disgusting. All of them looked at Vincent, then turned around and walked away.

Before he could figure out what happened, he heard the door alarm went off and saw his mother and the movers walking out. They shacked hands and parted, his mother going back into the house and the movers going back into there truck and drove away. By the time Veronica closed the door, Vincent was already down stairs.

“Okay, how much did it cost?”

“I already told you,” Veronica said as she locked the front door. “Sense they were friends of your Uncle Greg, they done our job for fifty dollars. Well, in a few minutes, we will be going out to get something for supper. So, get ready.” Then she left to go into her room. Vincent went into his bedroom, jumped onto his bed, and whipped out his cell phone. When he got to ultracroom.com, he logged on and went to XTHEXQUEENXOFXALLXGOTHSX channel and started typing.

DAIKAIJU
Hey, XQUEENXOFXALLXGOTHSX! I have finally moved!

XQUEENXOFXALLXGOTHSX
Yay! I hope we will see each other at school. But, how will we know who we are?

DAIKAIJU
Well, lets just see if we can spot each other. If we do not reveal who we are at school, then we will reveal who we are on the internet.

XQUEENXOFXALLXGOTHSX
Okay. See you later!

He closed his phone, and turned around on his bed. The only thing he had on his mind was the same thing he thought as he moved: will this be better or worse than his life back in Georgia. He then rushed down stares when Veronica screamed his name.


At six o’clock the next morning, he and his mom jumped into the SUV and drove toward the local high school. When they got there, the front office was empty. Except for a woman who looked very, very old.

“Yes?” she asked, looking up from the computer.

“We are here to see Principal Michael Mays.” When Veronica said this, a man that appeared in his mid thirties, short red hair, black suit and crossed eyes came out. He extended his hand.

“Veronica Gesudio,” he said as she grabbed his hand and shook it. “I am Doctor Michael Mays. Can we speak in my office?” All tree of them turned and walked into a green room that had a bookshelf, awards posted on the wall, and three chairs with a wooden table that had a desk top on it.

“We, as a school, are very excited to have Mr. Vincent Gesudio attended our prestigious school. We are here to help him and assisted him in anyways possible to make sure he thrives here with flying colors. Now, we are aware about the little incident that happened with the counselors at you old school and for that, we are extremely sorry. But do not worry, if you need to speak with someone, then please feel free to talk to me. I am here for you. Now, by looking at the time I feel I have wasted some time. I am going to send you off now to you first class with this note” He gave Vincent a sheet of paper that had his schedule written on it. “I need you to go to your teachers and have them all sign this to let them know that I am sending to them an extra student. Well, have a good day!” Vincent got up and left, leaving his mother with Dr. Michael Mays to discuss further about Vincent’s enrollment into this school.

The hallway was filled with kids trying to get into there homeroom. When he got into his, there were students talking to each other and a teacher with an annoyed face.

“Uh… Mrs. Lorea?” when she looked up, he gave her the sheet of paper Dr. Mays have giving him. After signing the sheet, she told him to sit bye a girl name Cyri.

When he got to the table, she had this very dark look on her face. Before he could say anything, the bell for first period rang. As everyone was getting up, she accidentally tripped and all of her books flew everywhere. Vincent went and picked up everything and handed it to her.

“My name is Vincent.” He said as she ripped the books from his hand.

“Well, Vincent,” She sneered. “I can pick up my books the same way I dropped them. With out You!” Then she hurried away. The only thing that was on Vincent’s mind was, What the hell was that all about? It was like that for the rest of the day. When the day ended and he had given back the sheet of paper he had gotten, he went and gotten on the bus.

There was a handful of people (most of the riders were already gone). When the bus stopped, both Vincent and Cyri walked in silence. Vincent had already known what he was going to do when he got home. He was going to tell XQUEENXOFXALLXGOTHSX about her and his day.

When he got to his house he found out two things. First, his mother wasn't there. And second. Cyri lived right next door to him. He could not believe it. He was pissed.

Getting his mind off of her, he went into the kitchen and found a note from his mother. It said:

Ven,
I have to go out for a while. Be back soon.
Mom

Taking the note, he went into his bed and was shocked again. His mother had set up his room. Everthing he originaly had was there. On the walls were posters for AC/DC and The Beatles, his skull posters, and even his private TV (his mom said that was originaly going to be thrown away) were all put into place. Now he just needed to find away to pay back his mother. After he changed his cloths to his house cloths, he went down into the office to talk to XQUEENXOFXALLXGOTHSX.

After logging on to the website, he and she started talking.

DAIKAIJU
So, how was your day?

XQUEENXOFXALLXGOTHSX
Like all first days, sucks. So how was yours?

DAIKAIJU
Suck worse. Why? Because there is this very rude girl who I can’t figure out what I did wrong. I saw that she has a group of friends. So her being alone can’t be it. I try to be nice to her and she just blows me off.

XQUEENXOFXALLXGOTHSX
Do you know where she lives? I want to know because if I know her, I want to kick her ass for being rude to one of my friends!

DAIAKIJU
She lives right next door to me.

XQUEENXOFXALLXGOTHSX
What is her name?

DAIKAIJU
Her name is Cyri. Listen, I am hungrier than crap through a goose. I need to go down stairs and fix something to eat. See ya.
XQUEENXOFXALLXGOTHSX
Ya, see ya.
When Vincent went down stairs he went into the fridge and grabbed a can of Tab. Then, almost like on queue, the front door bell rang.

“About time you got home…” he said as he went to the front door. When he opened it, he was expecting to see his mom.

“Yeah, what do you want?” he said to Cyri. She was looking at the ground, very sheepishly.

“Well,” Vincent said. “are you here to waste my time or do you have something to say?”

“I need to tell you something,” And when Cyri said it, Vincent’s mouth dropped open in pure shock and disbelief.