Fangs

Shortest chapter in the history of chapters. Mostly comedy. But it's important.

I woke up with a massive hangover. The scrawny boy I admitted to my gang yesterday got me beer, and I drank the whole box. I could hear my stepdad in the next room, cussing out my mom. I groaned, muttered to myself and threw a shirt on. I went out to the kitchen, shoving past my arguing parents. I pulled a box of Lucky Charms out of the cupboard and a juice box out of the fridge.

            “God Fangs! You’re so fat!” My stepdad yelled. I ignored him.

            “Do you have to eat that cereal like a little kid? You know, aren’t you too sophisticated for that?” My stepdad yelled.

            “These are the bones of my enemies.” I replied.

            “And the juice box?”

            “The blood of my enemies, now leave me alone!” I yelled. He ignored me.

            “Did you get anybody new for me yet?”

            “Yeah. My whole gangs in. I even got that kid you told me to. It was actually fun getting him. He was like begging to get in.” I muttered.

            “Ahh! Maybe you’re not a failure at life. So far.” My stepdad told me.