The ATL (665 hits)
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Submitted by Tim (View user info) at 2004-09-28 17:58:54 EDT
The ATL
Another series. I didn't really want to start another one straight after the first one, but I kind of have writers block.
It had been raining for three straight days. A lot of the older town folk said that it was the most rain Ludham had seen in years.
Ryan's t-shirt clung to his skin, his mopped hair stuck to his face and the hair gel used to keep it in shape was stinging his eyes. He cursed himself for agreeing to meet Jason outside Rainbow supermarket where there was no shelter whatsoever.
Ryan spotted Jason riding his BMX out of the corner of his eye and made his way over to him. Jason was a lot bigger than Ryan. He ate way too much and it showed. His large man tits jiggled with each rotation of the cycle's pedals and he panted heavily as he struggled to keep balance on the tortured frame of the bike.
"Dude!" Ryan shouted over the heavy beating of the rain. "Where the hell have you been!?"
Jason pulled his bike over and stopped to a halt near Ryan's feet. "Sorry man." He panted "I was held up at home, the old man needed help with the new bath."
"Forget it, we need to start making a move." Jason jumped on his recently chromed BMX and the two rode out of the car park. Ryan was proud of his bike. He had saved up for months to pay for it and his dad had taken him down to the shop to buy it with him. His dad even helped him set it up. It was the happiest day Ryan had spent with his dad in ages.
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The phone rang and Susan made her way through the dining room to answer it.
"Hello?" She said flustered.
"Hello Mrs. Brown, this is Mr. Thompson from Sir John Leman high school." The voice on the other end stated bluntly. "I'm Ryan's English teacher, and I rang you to express my deep concern about Ryan's behaviour."
Susan was confused she had always thought of Ryan as being a well behaved, kind young man. "What's the matter with him?"
"It's not so much the matter with him, but the matter with the pupil he hit at school today."
"Oh dear, Ryan has been fighting!?"
"Yes, and that is not the only worry, the problem is the pupil he was fighting with was Indian."
"Why is that a problem?" Susan asked hurriedly.
"Please allow me to finish Mrs. Brown." "Whilst fighting with this boy, Ryan was heard using racist language and according to witnesses, Ryan attacked the boy totally unprovoked." Susan began to get angry.
"Excuse me Sir, but my boy is not racist!" She said sternly.
"Well that is to be discussed, but I would like you to attend a pupil, parent, teacher meeting tomorrow with Ryan to talk about this further."
"Okay." She hung up without any goodbyes and went into the living room. Susan reached over to the coffee table poured herself a brandy, lit a cigarette and turned the television on. She was furious and intended on confronting Ryan on this as soon as he got back. She told her husband when he got back from work and he got the belt from out of the cupboard.
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Ryan and Jason stood next to a large block of flats in an area of Ludham which was known for it's Indian predominance. Ryan was adding the finishing touches to his masterpiece. Hoods up, they stepped back and admired their work.
In large five foot letters they had written.
TERRORIST SCUM YOUR TIME WILL COME.
THE ATL
The ATL was an organisation Ryan and Jason had started with some friends. It stood for Above The Law.
The boys has started this "organisation" when the war on Iraq had started. They believed all people of Indian origin were to blame and so they decided to do something about the terrorists in their area. The reason behind the name was their age. No member of the ATL was above 15. Legally the police could do nothing about these kids except correctional facilities and the ATL played on this a lot.
"That'll show those bloody towel heads!" Shouted Ryan over the rain. "Time to go mate!"
They both jumped on their bikes and made their way home. When Ryan got home his mum and dad were waiting for him on the couch.
That night he broke his arm "falling down the stairs"
To be continued........
User Reviews
Submitted by Degreeless_Capibara (user info) at 2004-11-29 00:20:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Could've sworn I rated this already.
Submitted by Cryopaul (user info) at 2004-11-07 22:40:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
nice
Submitted by StonedSilly (user info) at 2004-10-15 12:36:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
nice.
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2004-10-14 12:43:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Good intrigue.
Submitted by MrRottenTreats (user info) at 2004-10-13 20:25:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is good:D
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-10-13 14:32:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I like where you're going with this.
If I'm right.
Submitted by Timmah (user info) at 2004-10-05 16:13:24 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Nicole3 (user info) at 2004-10-05 11:13:58 (#)
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You do realize that your own rating has no effect on posts you write, don't you? Feel free to give youself -2's to your heart's content.
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Man you're a dumbshit. Where in this post did I minus two?
Submitted by Nicole3 (user info) at 2004-10-05 11:13:58 EDT (#)
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You do realize that your own rating has no effect on posts you write, don't you? Feel free to give youself -2's to your heart's content.
Submitted by Timmah (user info) at 2004-09-28 21:52:33 EDT (#)
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Thanks Damien
Submitted by I_Have_a_Kristen_Fetish (user info) at 2004-09-28 21:38:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Check dis G.
Submitted by DamienX (user info) at 2004-09-28 19:05:26 EDT (#)
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It's 4:00pm PST
Everyone on the east coast is at home eating dinner. Everyone
on the west coast is wrapping it up for the day and getting ready
to go home. Everyone between is stuck in traffic.
Submitted by Timmah (user info) at 2004-09-28 18:44:16 EDT (#)
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four fucking hits!?
Submitted by DamienX (user info) at 2004-09-28 18:10:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
The code of the schoolyard, Marge! The rules that teach a boy how to
be a man! Let's see; don't tattle, always make fun of those different
from you, never say anything unless you're sure everyone feels exactly
the same way you do.
-- Homer Simpson
Bart the General