"Heh heh heh. What we got goin' here huh?"
Eric was looking down at a kid, probably not a kid more like a teen, sitting on his butt on the cold pavement.
Eric had dropped his butt like someone slinging a sack of potatoes, and he had a smirk on his face, the size of the McDonald's arch.
"Who on earth do you think your messin' with? Huh? You think that I'm gonna let you off scott free? Think again buddy."
As Jeremy sat on the side, just watching, Eric stepped over to the wide eyed guy on the ground.
"Why would you think you could out do me?"
"I didn't Eric man, I swear, I didn't mean nothin' by it, promise." It was a reply, a very week reply, but it was what Eric loved to hear.
"Yeah well, think before you act upon got it. You can't walk around with your head in the sky thinkin' your all that and not paying attention to
anyone or anything else got it. I was here first, and I promise, I'll kick it for ya harder if you screw with me again."
A nod was all it took and Eric released his victim. Eric was known in this part of town as the hancho. He was not one to mess with, and you certainly didn't
mess with his friends and family, heck, that was a death wish.
"Hey Eric, man that was pretty cool." The usually silent Jeremy now put in his quoting comment. He never talked. He still had all the chicks. Eric wanted
to slap him around a little, see if that did anything.
"Does it really matter if that was cool? I don't think so. I hate people like him.
So egotistical."
Jeremy crunched up his face in confusion.
"Uh, Eric, you're the one who's like that, not that guy." He was tempted to actually say that,
too bad he was so much smaller than Eric, and basically not even up to the fight.
"Lets go."
Eric picked up his backpack and headed down the darkening street. Sure, Jeremy liked him, he had to. His sister
was dating the weirdo, not to mention jerk. Eric always went around acting too hot for his shirt, unfortunatly,
every one thought he was. Including Jeremy's family. Just great. He picked up his pack and raced after Eric, catching up to him and
tagging along behind. Might as well right?
A peck on the cheek was all that was allowed, no hugs, no, 'love ya's' they were easily forbode in the Dentra houshold.
"Hey bro, wha's up?"
She was watching tv, their little brother Zac resting his head on her shoulder, and a bag of chips between them.
"Your loving and addoring boyfriend got in a fight. Ok, not really a fight, but a startling, 'everyone in the universe thinks
I'm the badest dude in the world' dilema. I think the dude peed his pants. Mey, I really don't like your bo."
Mercy looked up from her intent ER watching.
"Sorry Jem, but you know, he is my bo, like you said."
"But Mercy, he's such a jerk, and he's cheatin' you know that."
"Would both of you have any descency in the world and SHUT UP!"
Zac looked almost like he was sleeping. He had a way of doing that. Fake it, sure, why not,
and then hear what everyone was saying about you, how's that. Go babe.
"Hey Zac, how was school."
"Zac, Jem is talking to you."
"Damn, Zac why do you only listen to her? I'm your brother, you should talk to me too, you know
your own blood, love, body, mind and sole. Ya know?!"
Zac ignored him.
"Mey, why won't he talk to me?"
She just shrugged.
"Whatever both of you. Zac, your such a twerp. Mey, the least you could do is get him to say 'hello' to me for once."
Jeremy threw his backpack on the floor by the sofa and went to his room. Slamming the door behind him
he went to his desk. Mom and dad's portrait sat on the top of his desk. Papers, pens, books, trash, and letters
all sat flooding his space. He was exhausted. Between school and Basket ball practice, there was nothing left.
He walked to his bed, grabbed all the dirty clothing off the covers, threw them on the floor, and sat down. Falling backwards he pushed his
shoes off without using his hands and threw his feet up on the bed. His head on the pillow he stared at his ceiling.
Pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar and various other female artists and actors almost covered the white surface. Before he knew it, he was asleep.
Dorin's voice could be heard through out the entire apartment.
"SCHOOL!"
"Yeah yeah yeah Door, we hear yeah, we hear ya."
Mercy rolled out of bed, having a hard time staying awake, she waddled over to the closet
and rumaged through the pile of laundry on the floor. She picked out a black pair of quicksilver
jeans, and a green shirt that said 'Babes rock' on the front. Walking back over to her bed
she sat down, pulling on her pants and zipping them up. Then pulling off her shirt and slipping on
the new one. She reached down on the floor to grab her pants from yesterday, picking them up and
unsnapping her wallet chain from the right pocket.
"Mercy?"
Mercy looked up to see Zac in the doorway to her room.
"What, you ok? Do you need something?"
"I was just wondering. Does Jem hate me cause I won't talk to him?"
Mercy looked at him with a suddenly sad appearance.
"No Zac of course not. Jem doesn't hate you! Zac he just has a hard time understanding why you won't talk to him.
He just wants you to talk to him too that's all."
Zac looked at the floor.
"Mey, I would, I just..."
"I know, don't worry about it Zac, I understand. He loves you as much as I do, ok, and no one in this house hates you."
Zac didn't look convinced.
"Comon, we better get to the kitchen before Door blows his top."
"Hey Jem, how's it goin'?"
"yeah good, you ready for tonight?"
"All I can say is 'Rock on babes'"
Their sister joined in the conversation as they headed toward their lockers.
"You got it sis."
The three stopped at Mercy's locker only long enough for her to get her homework and backpack,
and then they were on their way to the next locker, then the next, and then it was time to pick up
their drummer. Little ol' Zac.
Dorin held the door open as the youngest of the Dentra kids slipped into the passenger seat.
"K then, lets kick it!"
Dorin's blue space cab pulled out of the parking lot at the junior high, and made it's way into the busy
intersection.
"Yeeeee haw!"
The yell could have been heard 3 blocks away. It was Jem, making their show well known to all the fans they had at school.
"Hey sis".
"GUYS, get up NOW!"
The day was too long. The heat in the room was too much. The class was math, and Dorin hated math.
Would this day never end? Dorin, Jeremy, Mercy, and Zac were all scheduled for a show tonight.
Together. It would be great, considering they all loved to play, and it earned them extra money.
They were surprisingly well known in the town of Tulsa. Too bad Hanson had to be here first. No wait, too bad Hanson
had the money to make it big here first. That was alright. They weren't really from Tulsa, California actually,
so they could say they are 'California natives' when they got famous. Five minutes til bell time.
There it was. The bell. Grabbing his books and almost knocking them on the floor, Dorin raced from the
classroom, catching up to his younger brother Jeremy in the hall, he was determined to find his sister, Mercy.
"Jump in, we gotta rush."
