"Harper!" My aunt's shrill voice came from downstairs. I automatically rolled my gray eyes but continued to ignore her. “Harper! I know you can hear me brat one.'' Aunt Sophia squealed again, whereupon I stood up from the soft couch and walked from the ground to the trap door, which I subsequently locked. "Here at once!" I couldn't take it anymore and resigned. My eyes were fixed on the black longboard that was lying under my bed. Without hesitation, I grabbed it even with a half-empty Vans backpack and gradually stuffed everything I needed into the pockets. From keys to a cell phone with headphones, because I simply cannot exist without music. Since it was already cold outside, I packed a black hoodie in my backpack. I might not get home for another few hours and I really don't want to freeze.
When I decided I had everything I needed, I opened the sunroof and carefully, as always, slid down the roof tiles onto the freshly cut lawn. I didn't wait for anything and set out on the asphalt in our street. I put on my headphones and played random songs from dragon imaginations. Honestly, I'm not focused on one artist or band, I just listen to almost everything.
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After thinking about where I wanted to go for a while, I took refuge in the underpass. No one has ever been here since I've known it. I don't know why all the people avoided the place, you won't even come across a homeless person or a drunk here. That's why you'll find me here quite often. I usually take refuge here from Aunt Sophia or spend the afternoon here because my ``famous'' school is only two blocks away. Today I was looking at the new paintings that the street artists left here during my absence. This time it wasn't much, just a few meaningless scribbles and one obscene inscription. Somewhat disappointed, I sat down on the board I had been riding on until now. Not even a quarter of an hour had passed when I heard a suspiciously familiar voice. In other words, a far more disgusting sound, the cackle of your deviant physicist. Philips is the name of the professor at my bombastic school. He is no better at physics than I am, so he evaluates the students' performance in a different, I would say far more unprofessional way.
I wanted to evaporate inconspicuously, although the corridor is quite long and you can't really see the other end. But my curiosity got the better of me and I wondered who he was going to chat with here. That's why I crept a little closer, so that I already had a view of his shiny bald head. A boy my age was walking a few steps away from him. I couldn't see his face, basically the only thing I could really notice was his hair. They were something between dark brown and red, they were longer and formed slight spirals. He was wearing beige pants with pockets and a looser white T-shirt, also ankle boots and a couple of chains. I have to admit that I was already captivated by its somewhat unusual appearance.157Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYPiBUZrKhY
While I was curiously observing the situation, Mr. Philips leaned slightly towards the person in question. After a few seconds, the disgusting creature gave a foxy grin. "So what do you have for me this time, I hope it will be a first-class stuff and not like last time." At that moment it clicked for me. Ah, so the freak is actually drug addict nice. To my surprise, the person in question did not make any appearance. Philips immediately wanted to take the white bag from his hand, but the redhead pushed him away, surprisingly. ``Not so fast.'' The stranger spoke relatively quietly, tucking the bag of cocaine back into the pocket of his beige pants. "We had an agreement," Philips sputtered and was already red with rage. “That was before you tried to rob the boss.” Like, am I settling some backlog of mafia accounts here or something?
I crouched slightly so that I wouldn't have a chance to notice and watched the situation with interest, as if it were some soap opera. "I didn't want to trick him, I promised him myself that I would return the 15 thousand!" He screamed grumpily, after which the redhead just chuckled. "You scumbag... You told him this almost three months ago, and since then you haven't returned anything, not even a part of it." After this explanation, Mr. Philips calmed down, trying to talk himself out of it. "Margo can trust me, he knows I'll be back soon." He defended himself, no doubt needlessly. "This isn't about what some slave thnks, because the one you owe isn't Margo! And everyone puts two and two together, you are not able to repay him with your teacher's salary including the bribes of some rich brats, no, no, you are on your own. So listen to me now, this was the last warning before someone from the organization guts you and throws your rotting body off a cliff, okay?!''This was the first time the redhead had really raised his voice at him. Obviously, it wasn't necessary, because my disgusting physicist wasn't so scared of him, but of the organization and especially of the person next to the mysterious organization.
,,Of co-course th-that I-I I will return it all to him" He stuttered and took a few steps back. "Oh I'm sure you will, but just in case you would forgot... This should remind you it" With those words, the redhead punched him hard in the stomach and punched him in the face several times.157Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZOFkjb79I7
