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Carter Jackson was a pretty ok guy. If you looked behind the fact that he's the biggest smart ass you'll ever meet. But I guess that ok, so long as you can hold your own. He liked to hangout, watch movies, read, play sports. He pretty much did all the things a parent loves to see thier child do. He had a bad side that only his friends knew about though. Carter had gotten involved with a mean crowd. He's been huslting drugs since the age of 13, and he's not about to stop. He thinks his life is at its peak. I guess he's right, because the only way hes going from here is down.

---Start Chap 1---

  "You coming over man?" whispered Carter over the phone to Manny Davis. Manny was the type of guy the new kid wanted to hang out with. He was tough, always defended himself, and was just fun to hangout with. He had no real friends though, Manny only watched his back, well Carters too. Carter had gotten jumped at the age of 12 for walking into a gangs territory. Of course Manny, wanting to show off, jumped in and saved him. Thats when Manny adobted him as sort of a kid brother.

  "What the fuck kid, I told you not to call me when im working" sneered Manny. Manny, was not the most pleasent person at the best of times.
  "Hey asshole, did you forget, this is the day you were supposed to meet Jack at the park to settle the deal," replied Carter very quickly, not wanting to upset Manny."and, your supposed to help me out with the guys who are going to sell us the shit we ordered."
   "Ok, ok I'll be right over." Stated Manny. Click. The phone hung up on the other end.

Carter heard a car door slam. Then another. When the third door slammed he figured he would look out the window. Police. What the fuck were police doing at his house. He never brought the buisness home with him. He wasnt of age yet so it would go straight to his parents. Carter was only 16. "Well fuck me..." Carter ran out the back door, hopped the fence into the neighbors yard, then ran to thier front yard. He stopped peering around a corner at the police ringing his door bell. He waited. He was scared his pulse raced. His mind told him run, but what if they saw him. Ring. Ring. His cell phone rang. "Hey yo bitch," said Jack in a playfull voice. "where the hell are you guys?"
  "Last minute buisness, just chill, alright?!" said Carter irratated.
"Im having no problem with that, its fucking 30 degrees out here, hurr..." His voice went away. The police went away. The gray sky went away. He could no longer feel the gentle flurries of snow feel cold to his bare face. All he could see was empty darkness. All he could feel was total emptiness.

  He never heard anyone come up behind him. He woke up in a cold, dingy, rundown apartment. He was scared. How did they get him? How was he so stupid? Will Manny and Jack come looking for him? They were the 3 questions he asked himself over and over. A door opened and Tom Knole walked in. Tom was an asshole. He Talked alot, I mean alot of shit and never backed it up. This time he did. Carter had recently hustled every last dollar out of tom. Being the junky that Tom was it wasnt hard. He had threatened to kill him, but he took it lightly.

  "Where the fu..fuck is your stash" slurred Tom. All he could think about was the drugs. If he wasnt so fucked up as it is, he probally would have asked about the $3,000 he was hustled.
  "I dont mean just the weed either," said Tom. "I want the Heroin and PCP t..too."

  Carter thought, I have to buy time. How though? The perfect Idea hit him. Lie. This was his specialty. All the times he lied to his mom and dad about going out somewhere then going somewhere completely diffrent.
  "The park...We keep it at the park...all of it" Carter thought, Fuck me now, he has to be trashed to fucking think we would keep a stash that big in the open.
"Le...Le..Lets go t..then." stuttered Tom.

  They walked to the park, in Toms case stumbled. Half way there, Toms buzz had wore off. The cold carter thought, it always does it. No matter how stoned, high, trashed or fucked up you were, wheather like this would ruin it. They arrived at the park. Carter might be able to hold his own against someone his own age, but Tom was in his late 20's and has lifted wieghts since he was a teen. Of course you couldnt tell, because he was such a junky.

  Carter struggled against his restraints. Only a thin peice of rope he thought. Easy to get out of if I could reach my knife. But he had dropped it. Now he had to rely completely on his original plan. To meet Jack and Manny at the park.

  They walked right into the middle of the park. Jack or Manny were nowhere to be seen. That was Jacks specialty though. If he was in the park and he did know what was going on, then he wouldnt be seen. But carter still doubted. He learned never to give his hopes up.

  "Where the fuck is the shit, little dick?" sneered Tom. "Im fucking growing imptient." Tom got in his face real close then held up Carters knife to it. "Show me now or I'll spill your blood" mumbled Tom.

"Hey yo bitch, I suggest you back the fuck up," Said Jack in a very unpleasent voice. He had snuck up behind him when he thought it was safe to. Jack held a Berreta 9mm, that he had actually swiped from a security guard at the mall. He held it to his head. Tom went all skitzofrantic and started yelling so he shot him point blank in the head. The blood didnt gush out like in the movies. Infact there was no blood except for the blood spilling out onto the ground, as he lay motionless.

---End Chap 1---

Description
Carter Jackson was a pretty ok guy. If you looked behind the fact that he's the biggest smart ass you'll ever meet. But I guess that ok, so long as you can hold your own. He liked to hangout, watch movies, read, play sports. He pretty much did all the things a parent loves to see thier child do. He had a bad side that only his friends knew about though. Carter had gotten involved with a mean crowd. He's been huslting drugs since the age of 13, and he's not about to stop. He thinks his life is at its peak. I guess he's right, because the only way hes going from here is down.

---Start Chap 1---

  "You coming over man?" whispered Carter over the phone to Manny Davis. Manny was the type of guy the new kid wanted to hang out with. He was tough, always defended himself, and was just fun to hangout with. He had no real friends though, Manny only watched his back, well Carters too. Carter had gotten jumped at the age of 12 for walking into a gangs territory. Of course Manny, wanting to show off, jumped in and saved him. Thats when Manny adobted him as sort of a kid brother.

  "What the fuck kid, I told you not to call me when im working" sneered Manny. Manny, was not the most pleasent person at the best of times.
  "Hey asshole, did you forget, this is the day you were supposed to meet Jack at the park to settle the deal," replied Carter very quickly, not wanting to upset Manny."and, your supposed to help me out with the guys who are going to sell us the shit we ordered."
   "Ok, ok I'll be right over." Stated Manny. Click. The phone hung up on the other end.

Carter heard a car door slam. Then another. When the third door slammed he figured he would look out the window. Police. What the fuck were police doing at his house. He never brought the buisness home with him. He wasnt of age yet so it would go straight to his parents. Carter was only 16. "Well fuck me..." Carter ran out the back door, hopped the fence into the neighbors yard, then ran to thier front yard. He stopped peering around a corner at the police ringing his door bell. He waited. He was scared his pulse raced. His mind told him run, but what if they saw him. Ring. Ring. His cell phone rang. "Hey yo bitch," said Jack in a playfull voice. "where the hell are you guys?"
  "Last minute buisness, just chill, alright?!" said Carter irratated.
"Im having no problem with that, its fucking 30 degrees out here, hurr..." His voice went away. The police went away. The gray sky went away. He could no longer feel the gentle flurries of snow feel cold to his bare face. All he could see was empty darkness. All he could feel was total emptiness.

  He never heard anyone come up behind him. He woke up in a cold, dingy, rundown apartment. He was scared. How did they get him? How was he so stupid? Will Manny and Jack come looking for him? They were the 3 questions he asked himself over and over. A door opened and Tom Knole walked in. Tom was an asshole. He Talked alot, I mean alot of shit and never backed it up. This time he did. Carter had recently hustled every last dollar out of tom. Being the junky that Tom was it wasnt hard. He had threatened to kill him, but he took it lightly.

  "Where the fu..fuck is your stash" slurred Tom. All he could think about was the drugs. If he wasnt so fucked up as it is, he probally would have asked about the $3,000 he was hustled.
  "I dont mean just the weed either," said Tom. "I want the Heroin and PCP t..too."

  Carter thought, I have to buy time. How though? The perfect Idea hit him. Lie. This was his specialty. All the times he lied to his mom and dad about going out somewhere then going somewhere completely diffrent.
  "The park...We keep it at the park...all of it" Carter thought, Fuck me now, he has to be trashed to fucking think we would keep a stash that big in the open.
"Le...Le..Lets go t..then." stuttered Tom.

  They walked to the park, in Toms case stumbled. Half way there, Toms buzz had wore off. The cold carter thought, it always does it. No matter how stoned, high, trashed or fucked up you were, wheather like this would ruin it. They arrived at the park. Carter might be able to hold his own against someone his own age, but Tom was in his late 20's and has lifted wieghts since he was a teen. Of course you couldnt tell, because he was such a junky.

  Carter struggled against his restraints. Only a thin peice of rope he thought. Easy to get out of if I could reach my knife. But he had dropped it. Now he had to rely completely on his original plan. To meet Jack and Manny at the park.

  They walked right into the middle of the park. Jack or Manny were nowhere to be seen. That was Jacks specialty though. If he was in the park and he did know what was going on, then he wouldnt be seen. But carter still doubted. He learned never to give his hopes up.

  "Where the fuck is the shit, little dick?" sneered Tom. "Im fucking growing imptient." Tom got in his face real close then held up Carters knife to it. "Show me now or I'll spill your blood" mumbled Tom.

"Hey yo bitch, I suggest you back the fuck up," Said Jack in a very unpleasent voice. He had snuck up behind him when he thought it was safe to. Jack held a Berreta 9mm, that he had actually swiped from a security guard at the mall. He held it to his head. Tom went all skitzofrantic and started yelling so he shot him point blank in the head. The blood didnt gush out like in the movies. Infact there was no blood except for the blood spilling out onto the ground, as he lay motionless.

---End Chap 1---