“I’m not, man. Not since two days ago anyway.”
“And plus, it’s a new month. So, how we gonna get money from your old customer’s, for next month, if you ain’t the Paperboy no more?” - His friend pleaded.
Mark frowned, both at his accomplices’ lack of faith, and the fact that he was trying not to step on a small semi-circular pile of broken rocks in his path. Looks like some kids had made a Rock-Fort right smack-dab in the middle of the sidewalk – stupid. As his frown soured, he kicked the rocks away, and immediately heard a child moan in despair; “Hey, whatya do that for?!”
"First of all", he continued, turning his gaze from the disgruntled child, who was now racing toward the pile with what looked to be small sticks in his hands, surely the Fort’s walls – "We, ain’t gettin’ nuthin’, I am. And besides, they don’t know I’m not the Paperboy anymore. Well, I may have told one or two of ‘em…" “OK, so how you gonna get money from them for next month? It’s only the 3rd.” Said Kevin, who was clearly and utterly confused. “Aw, just leave it up to me,” Mark said, waiving his hand dismissively at the youth. “It’s my hustle anyway!” As the two boys rounded the corner they were met by a large group of kids, bookbags in tow, who were cheerfully headed-off to school and commandeering the sidewalk by virtue of sheer numbers. Forced to abandon the sidewalk and hug the curb, so as not to be run over by either the gang of kids or passing cars, the boys were suddenly (blissfully) aware that they were ‘skipping’ school today. Who needs teachers and classwork and study, when all they needed was a beautiful day, like today, and a plan. “There’s one of my old-customer’s, on the corner.” He now turned to squarely-face the boy, sporting a sly grin. “So, you Dare me?!” he nodded sharply with challenge, head slightly tilted and raised.
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“ Excuse me?” She blinked (with that peculiar wrinkle in her nose, he would come to love) and squinted over the thin rimless-glasses to look at him, for the first time; “ I’m sorry, where you speaking to me? ”
Her deep-brown eyes fluttered, inquisitively annoyed. She had been fixated on her new ‘Comm’, an i640-H, even better than Michio’s, enchanted with the 20-zp screen that her brother swore she needed. He was right, it’s so cool – all she need do is stare at one portion of the ZED screen to activate the bouncing hologram. Her brother hacked it in after purchasing it (surely from the ‘ZionX’ black web, which was free if you knew how, since he could barely afford the monthly e-charge for his housing-unit and drone.
A pink 'Furry' (as big-around as her fist), with a fluffy crimson tail and the cutest purple nose now floated inches above her Comm. Hmph, she snorted – Crimson and purple, his University Colors, he always found a way to rub it in.
Win one stupid “All-Sector” Championship and you’re an Elite?
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“I’m not, man. Not since two days ago anyway.” “And plus, it’s a new month. So, how we gonna get money from your old customer’s, for next month, if you ain’t the Paperboy no more?” His friend pleaded. “Aw, it don’t matter anyway. You ain’t gonna really do it.” Mark frowned, both at his accomplices’ lack of faith, and the fact that he was trying not to step on a small semi-circular pile of broken rocks in his path. Looks like some kids had made a Rock-Fort right smack-dab in the middle of the sidewalk – stupid. As his frown soured, he kicked the rocks away, and immediately heard a child moan in despair; “Hey, whatchu do that for?!” "First of all", he continued, turning his gaze from the disgruntled child, who was now racing toward the pile with what looked to be small sticks in his hands, surely the Fort’s walls – "We, ain’t gettin’ nuthin’, I am. And besides, they don’t know I’m not the Paperboy anymore. Well, I may have told one or two of ‘em…" “OK, so how you gonna get money from them for next month? It’s only the 3rd.” Said Kevin, who was clearly and utterly confused. “Aw, just leave it up to me,” Mark said, waiving his hand dismissively at the youth. “It’s my hustle anyway!” As the two boys rounded the corner they were met by a large group of kids, bookbags in tow, who were cheerfully headed-off to school and commandeering the sidewalk by virtue of sheer numbers. Forced to abandon the sidewalk and hug the curb, so as not to be run over by either the gang of kids or passing cars, the boys were suddenly (blissfully) aware that they were ‘skipping’ school today. Who needs teachers and classwork and study, when all they needed was a beautiful day, like today, and a plan. “There’s one of my old-customer’s, on the corner.” He now turned to squarely-face the boy, sporting a sly grin. “So, you Dare me?!” he nodded sharply with challenge, head slightly tilted and raised.
“I’m not, man. Not since two days ago anyway.” “And plus, it’s a new month. So, how we gonna get money from your old customer’s, for next month, if you ain’t the Paperboy no more?” His friend pleaded. “Aw, it don’t matter anyway. You ain’t gonna really do it.” Mark frowned, both at his accomplices’ lack of faith, and the fact that he was trying not to step on a small semi-circular pile of broken rocks in his path. Looks like some kids had made a Rock-Fort right smack-dab in the middle of the sidewalk – stupid. As his frown soured, he kicked the rocks away, and immediately heard a child moan in despair; “Hey, whatchu do that for?!” "First of all", he continued, turning his gaze from the disgruntled child, who was now racing toward the pile with what looked to be small sticks in his hands, surely the Fort’s walls – "We, ain’t gettin’ nuthin’, I am. And besides, they don’t know I’m not the Paperboy anymore. Well, I may have told one or two of ‘em…" “OK, so how you gonna get money from them for next month? It’s only the 3rd.” Said Kevin, who was clearly and utterly confused. “Aw, just leave it up to me,” Mark said, waiving his hand dismissively at the youth. “It’s my hustle anyway!” As the two boys rounded the corner they were met by a large group of kids, bookbags in tow, who were cheerfully headed-off to school and commandeering the sidewalk by virtue of sheer numbers. Forced to abandon the sidewalk and hug the curb, so as not to be run over by either the gang of kids or passing cars, the boys were suddenly (blissfully) aware that they were ‘skipping’ school today. Who needs teachers and classwork and study, when all they needed was a beautiful day, like today, and a plan. “There’s one of my old-customer’s, on the corner.” He now turned to squarely-face the boy, sporting a sly grin. “So, you Dare me?!” he nodded sharply with challenge, head slightly tilted and raised.
“I’m not, man. Not since two days ago anyway.” “And plus, it’s a new month. So, how we gonna get money from your old customer’s, for next month, if you ain’t the Paperboy no more?” His friend pleaded. “Aw, it don’t matter anyway. You ain’t gonna really do it.” Mark frowned, both at his accomplices’ lack of faith, and the fact that he was trying not to step on a small semi-circular pile of broken rocks in his path. Looks like some kids had made a Rock-Fort right smack-dab in the middle of the sidewalk – stupid. As his frown soured, he kicked the rocks away, and immediately heard a child moan in despair; “Hey, whatchu do that for?!” "First of all", he continued, turning his gaze from the disgruntled child, who was now racing toward the pile with what looked to be small sticks in his hands, surely the Fort’s walls – "We, ain’t gettin’ nuthin’, I am. And besides, they don’t know I’m not the Paperboy anymore. Well, I may have told one or two of ‘em…" “OK, so how you gonna get money from them for next month? It’s only the 3rd.” Said Kevin, who was clearly and utterly confused. “Aw, just leave it up to me,” Mark said, waiving his hand dismissively at the youth. “It’s my hustle anyway!” As the two boys rounded the corner they were met by a large group of kids, bookbags in tow, who were cheerfully headed-off to school and commandeering the sidewalk by virtue of sheer numbers. Forced to abandon the sidewalk and hug the curb, so as not to be run over by either the gang of kids or passing cars, the boys were suddenly (blissfully) aware that they were ‘skipping’ school today. Who needs teachers and classwork and study, when all they needed was a beautiful day, like today, and a plan. “There’s one of my old-customer’s, on the corner.” He now turned to squarely-face the boy, sporting a sly grin. “So, you Dare me?!” he nodded sharply with challenge, head slightly tilted and raised.