Ikra(6)

Ok so first things first... What is going on?  I didnt know Lamao was suicidal until he told us all.  And i'm pretty sure I'm not the only surprised one here.  Betaw has her mouth wide open and Befef is trying to comfort Lamao, but I am just stunned.  I never knew he was thinking about going this far.  To erase his future.  I'm shaking with fear, for him and myself.  where would he be if he commited suicide? Dead. And where would I be if he commited suicide? Dead.  He has helped me get through so many things, bullies, gangstars, robbers.  If it wasn't for him, probably everybody in Typoe would hate Me.  He can not die.

"forget I said that" Lamao says"It's ok." "No, It's not ok" I respond" This is a big problem." But then I quietly say" Meet me at the park tonight, you've got some explaining to do." After that everyone goes silent.  I whispered too quietly for the girls to hear.  I don't want them in this.  It seems like Lamao and I are the only true friends, I know its not true but, If i had to choose between him or someone else, I would choose him.  And I hope he would do the same for me.

I pull up the car in the town hall courtyard, It's one of the only places in Typoe that is still beautiful, and once you see it, you never forget it.  I stop the car and everyone gets out. Lamao hesitates to get out but i give him a nod. I can tell he dosent want to talk to me, too ashamed to even look me in the eyes.  But hes still my best friend, and always will be.  After i let them all out, I go into the parking lot I see a similar looking car.  It's mine.  Or should i say It was mine.  But how could i keep a car when it's my friend Yolo's dream car?  I gave it to him about five years ago, but it still looks brand new.  I pull next to his car and park.  And there is Yolo sitting in his car admiring it, and right away i wish i had the car back.

Ikra(4)

After being scared to death and scolded for being late, I decided that those two things plus my nervousness had put me in a bad mood. Of course i could never stay mad at Lamao. He was pretty much my only friend. So i decided to let the whole scare me to death thing slide this once. He seemed like he didn't mean any harm anyways.

So as me and Lamao were walking down the road on the way to the festival, we talked. He calmed me down about the day's challenges and i reassured him about his own accomplishments. He hasn't told me but i can tell somethings up with him. The way he walks and talks, the way he acts around other people. Its not right but I just cant put my finger on it. As we walk down the road he tells me that we have to meet up with Befef And Betaw. As soon as he mentions Betaw I start sweating. He puts his hand on my shoulder, as if to reassure me. He knows that I like Betaw I've made it pretty obvious and now hes telling me she likes me back. Its to much to take in at once, so i decide to pretend like I dont really care about Betaw."I don t like Betaw that way." I tell him, but him and I both know I'm a terrible liar. but he plays along like I hoped and says," Oh I know, I was just checking on you, you do have that big speech today." "Yeah" I say," I do and I'm just really worried." It was a cover up I know but it made sense so I wasn't lying.

When Betaw and Befef come into sight I try extremely hard to look normal, although I'm not sure if it looks so normal from everyone else's view. As planned when Lamao gets within 10 feet of Befef she runs to him and they do the expected "boyfriend, girlfriend" Hello. Me and Betaw awkwardly shake hands while trying not to disturb the "Lovers". But when everyone is done with their hellos, Betaw says,"I have a car you know." Now if any one of us could choose a 15 minute walk or a 2 minute drive I'm pretty sure you know which one we would choose being as lazy as most of us are. 20 seconds later we're all in a car heading to the Libertarian Day festival. This is supposed to be a day of relaxation in the community, but I know that for Me and My family, My actions today could be the difference between life, and death.

Lamao(3)

Chapter 3

Lamao

I sighed slightly, where was Ikra? He was supposed to meet me over fifteen minutes ago! He had been my best friends since we had both been toddlers, and he knew that I hated waiting.

I couldn't help but grin when a plan suddenly flashed into my mind, with a devious chuckle I hid inside the hedge that surrounded most of my house, Ikra was suppose to meet me outside of my house, so he would pay for being late. Finally I spotted his slim form walking down the sidewalk, Ikra was your typical guy, and he stood at 5 foot 9 inches  with blond hair and bright lively blue eyes. Although he looks like a weakling next to me, but that was only because I was overly muscular.

As soon as I saw him walk in front of my hiding spot, I leapt out and tackled him, and Ikra made a slight sound of distress as he fell!I screeched out a threat scaring him half to death and laughing when his eyes went wide as I pinned him down. Ouch! Lamao you're such a looser, get off of me! He growled, attempting to push me off, but to no avail. With a cocky grin I rose to my full height, helping my friend up as well, I could tell he was still a little upset. Lamao, seriously? Come on man. He sneered, and after a moment of silence he laughed at me with a bright grin, I chuckled and shook my head. Whatever man, come on, we're gonna be late for your big speech. I teased, and he rolled his eyes, it was obvious that he wasn't excited about the whole speech thing.

I scoffed at him and grabbed his arm, dragging him down the sidewalk towards the town hall, where the festival would be held. Why are you nervous? Its just a speech, no biggie, its not like everybody except me hates you…Oh wait. I teased again, motioning for him not to answer. Just take a few deep breaths, you will be fine. All that matters is that you deliver a speech; it doesn't have to go down in history. And at least you'll have me cheering you on the whole time, and Befef; I bet she'll watch you the whole time. I grinned, knowing he liked her but wouldn't admit it.I bet you two bucks she likes you, I know you don't see it, but she obviously likes you, she watched you all the time and she talks about you when you're not around. I said, hoping I could bring his confidence up, but I knew that getting through to Ikra was like trying to break into a bank with a spoon...It usually didn't work.

Ikra(2)

Chapter 2

Ikra

"Wake Up, wake up Ikra. Its almost time for the festival." These are the words that I wake up to. On a saturday morning these are the last things i want to be woken up to. I want to wake up to a Bird's chirping, or a ray of sunshine, not my fathers voice. My name is Ikra, I am 17, and I am the second most hated person in Typoe. Guess who is the first? My father. Why? He slaughtered his own brother. I guess you can say thats a good reason not to like him, But I'll get into that later.

I lazily get up out of bed brush my teeth comb my hair and do the normal morning routine. but today is different. I'm nervous. My family is the richest one in Typoe. I guess you could say I'm spoiled, but being rich has its ups and downs. sure i get almost everything I ask for, but its hard because everyone in town is somewhat jealous of my family and holds a grudge against me as if i could help it, and to make things worse I have to stand up there, and give a speech about the history of Texte and how Typoe influenced it. So great, i have to stand up in front of crowds of people that hate my guts. and give a speech about something I know nothing about.

And to make matters even worse, The mayor, Tatyal, has my family and I under a very close watch. one false word said in the speech could result in years of punishment. But i cant focus on that right now even though i know i have to, I cant. My mind has blocked off anything that doesn't have to do with Betaw. I like her but i dont think she feels the same way about me. I check the clock, Crap I'm going to be late I'm supposed to meet up with Lamao at 10:45. I grab a piece of toast and my speech for the festival and I'm off, down the road to Lamao's place.

Lamao(1)

Chapter 1

Lamao

Lamao, please call me back, Im really worried about you, we never talk anymore, why can't you just tell me your problems? Just remember that I will see you at the festival today, you can't hide from me forever I love you.

With a slight sigh I saved the voicemail. Yolo always seemed to know how to make me feel better, or in this case, much worse. But she was wrong, I couldn't stand to tell her what was wrong, sure she knew that I was depressed, but if she knew that I was suicidal or that I cut myself regularly she'd never forgive me! How was I supposed to go on if she broke up with me? I loved her to much to let her go. I wouldn't be able to hide this from her forever, she'd find out sooner or later, but then she would be even more upset if somebody other then me told her. So it was settled, I would tell her when I saw her today, that is, if I could bring myself to tell her.

I stiffly rose to my full height of 6 Foot, 2 imches, and then slowly stretched out before striding over to my desk. After I sat down I couldn't help but admire how much the simple piece of furniture had been though. The rough surface had lived through years of wear and tear, including the constant stroke of my now freshly sharpened hunting knife. I still couldn't believe the dark brown desk was still standing in my black hole of a bedroom. After a slight grin at the memories the desk had brought back, I swiftly opened the bottom right drawer, grabbing my pocket knife from the top of my pile of sharp and pointy things. I couldn't help but twirl it a few times between my fingers, slicing my heavily scarred hands in a few different places, although I ignored the sharp pain that came with each stroke of the blade, since it quickly dissipated anyway.

I knew all to well that my parents would kill me if they saw any blood, so I made my way to the bathroom down the hall from my room, amd washed my hands thoroughly. The strong scent of our normal lavender soap made my nose twitch; I was growing so tired of the scent it felt as if I was allergic to it

After my hands finally stopped bleeding, I ran swiftly down the stairs, the silver chains that hung loosely from my black jeans chiming softly with each step I took. Thankfully my parents had already left for the festival, so I slipped out unnoticed. As I stepped outside the overly warm air caressed my face, making my slightly curly brown hair blow in front of the cold icy blue pair of eyes I had dawned since birth. It was a warm summer day in the small town of Typoe, and I was thankful that I had worn the dark blue muscle shirt that formed around my slim, yet overly muscular body. Yes, today was a seemingly perfect day for the annual holiday known to in our town as Libertarian Day, that is, until I met up with Ikra.

Intro

In the land of Texte a piece of trash which is apparently the small town of Typoe gets ready for the annual Holiday.  Libertarian Day. It is required by law for everyone to go, but what starts of to be a holiday takes a turn for the worst.  and the lives of the citizens of Typoe, will never be the same.