A story about a boring uptight stay at home 17 year old dweeb named Bryan Riley and another teenage boy with no morals or boundaries or high priorities named Bobby Cole. It was the ending of the school year and summer vacation is close but one day Bryan’s best friend Charlie and his family from across the street move away and it wasn’t long until new neighbours were occupying the house. By the end of another bully picked on day Bryan walks home eager to get back to his life in his bedroom then suddenly Bobby comes out of nowhere and wouldn’t get out of the way for no one but Bryan thought he had enough with how his day was going and wasn’t going to move out of the way for no one to but Bobby sucker punches him without warning leaving Bryan stretched out on the sidewalk. Later on as the day couldn’t get any worse, Bryan' Mother thought it would be a great idea to meet the new neighbours by inviting them over for supper when Bryan surprisingly meets Bobby again at the dinner table. After Bryan’s first encounter with Bobby, he was reluctant to get to know him as he deliberately toys with Bryan to get him out of that boring life he lives by taking the party out to another state as Bobby and Bryan wake up in the outskirts of New Orleans and eventually getting themselves into a jam with the wrong crowds of Louisiana as authorities were notified on the disappearance of Bryan Riley, linking Bobby as the main suspect.
Chapter 1
In the dead of night in a suburban neighbourhood, a hooded Bobby Cole was crushing beers strolling along the sidewalk with a mean stagger here and there and the car he’d stolen from earlier had ran out of gas and needed another to vamoose out of the area and tosses an empty beer-can off to the side and breaks into another vehicle.
I wouldn’t say I had a shitty life, I just happen to get into the nastiest shit I’d submerged myself into again and again until it really got me in trouble. I and my Ma moved because of it. I didn’t care though. I kept on being the troubled little shit head teen just like the rest of them in this fucking country of the U.S. of A.
I just turned 18 and I didn’t know what I was doing with my life, it was simply going nowhere. The only thing I can manage to have in my life was having one too many lighters and stolen dollar bills in my pockets for the most time. I just didn’t give a fuck for most things, until I met this dweeb…
Today was another day to look forward to the summer season, and a lot of the elementary children and teenage hormone driven kids were more than excited all but for Bryan Riley. He was your typical uptight average geek. He spends half or most of his time studying or reading one of his favourite graphic novels to his DC and marvel comic book collection and occasionally getting himself into the McFarlane series of “Spawn” along with many others. Video games are his life and he watches all sorts of movies from horror to Sci-Fi and many other genres to indie films, TV series to animated cartoons and his all-time favourite movies are “Big trouble in little China.” and “Three days of the Condor.”
Bryan doesn’t smoke nor does any drugs. He once had an offered beer from his older cousin in Oregon a couple summer’s ago and right when Bryan had his first taste of that brew. That was it. Bryan never touched alcohol since. He never had a girlfriend either but he would like to someday. He always wanted to find a girl who had the same interest as he in his comic book world and same movie taste. Then again he never really got out there to find his true love, he and his best friend Charlie would go to comic con and many other conventional events very regularly and every time when Bryan would meet a girl, he’d usually shy up and ruin one of his many perfect opportunities. At the end he’d smack himself on the head thinking.
“What the hell was the matter with me?”
Chapter 1
In the dead of night in a suburban neighbourhood, a hooded Bobby Cole was crushing beers strolling along the sidewalk with a mean stagger here and there and the car he’d stolen from earlier had ran out of gas and needed another to vamoose out of the area and tosses an empty beer-can off to the side and breaks into another vehicle.
I wouldn’t say I had a shitty life, I just happen to get into the nastiest shit I’d submerged myself into again and again until it really got me in trouble. I and my Ma moved because of it. I didn’t care though. I kept on being the troubled little shit head teen just like the rest of them in this fucking country of the U.S. of A.
I just turned 18 and I didn’t know what I was doing with my life, it was simply going nowhere. The only thing I can manage to have in my life was having one too many lighters and stolen dollar bills in my pockets for the most time. I just didn’t give a fuck for most things, until I met this dweeb…
Today was another day to look forward to the summer season, and a lot of the elementary children and teenage hormone driven kids were more than excited all but for Bryan Riley. He was your typical uptight average geek. He spends half or most of his time studying or reading one of his favourite graphic novels to his DC and marvel comic book collection and occasionally getting himself into the McFarlane series of “Spawn” along with many others. Video games are his life and he watches all sorts of movies from horror to Sci-Fi and many other genres to indie films, TV series to animated cartoons and his all-time favourite movies are “Big trouble in little China.” and “Three days of the Condor.”
Bryan doesn’t smoke nor does any drugs. He once had an offered beer from his older cousin in Oregon a couple summer’s ago and right when Bryan had his first taste of that brew. That was it. Bryan never touched alcohol since. He never had a girlfriend either but he would like to someday. He always wanted to find a girl who had the same interest as he in his comic book world and same movie taste. Then again he never really got out there to find his true love, he and his best friend Charlie would go to comic con and many other conventional events very regularly and every time when Bryan would meet a girl, he’d usually shy up and ruin one of his many perfect opportunities. At the end he’d smack himself on the head thinking.
“What the hell was the matter with me?”
