The+Golden+Shovel

I was sitting in class, bored out of my mind. The teacher was giving a lecture about the laws of physics. My friend Kris threw a paper at me and signaled me to read it.

"Golden Shovel" it read. I wrote on the paper "Sure" and pasted it back. It was better than being at school. The Golden Shovel was the most fun place to be. It was fun for everyone. Kris, I and a couple other friends always went there. We even skipped school sometimes to go.

After class, Kris and I met up with our other five friends and snuck out of school. We talked about school, food, and parents on our way there. It was nice to be with friends. We arrived at the Golden Shovel and picked out a pool table. Kris fetched pool cues for everyone and began

the game. Everything was going fine.

Sometime into our fifth game, a group of guys walk in wearing all black.They walked in unison as they headed towards our pool table. They looked mean.

"Hey, we want to play. Move out of our way." I tried to excuse the fact that he had just rhymed and ignore him. I took my turn and waited for everyone else. They joined in, not paying any attention to the guys in black getting angry. The big guy snatched the pool cue out of my hand and jumped at me. I rushed back to get away.

"Get ou to f here." He said. I didn't want to get in a fight with him. He was ten times bigger than me. Kris dropped his cues and followed me out. I wasn't sure what everyone else did.

We walked off down the street past the school. We were angry about those guys.

"What makes them think they can come up to us and order us around like that?" I said, kicking a rock up the street. "Who are they anyway?"

"My brother told me about them," Kris said. "They are from the other side of town. They are feared over there. My brother got into a couple fights with them too. They don't fight fair."

On our way up to the corner store, Kris and I noticed a man lying on the ground in between two buildings. He was bleeding from his head, but it wasn't too bad.