-Defend yourself!
I get the first volume of Lord of the Rings full face, an edition with leather cover. I look up to see Xavier, who has already armed with volumes two and three. I take refuge under my sheets to better collect the following projectiles that come bouncing on my neck.
Stand-Up, and defend yourself! Xavier roars.
I suddenly reverses the sheets, and sit up in bed with a book in each hand. My eyes are still sleepy, and if we add to this my legendary address, I have no chance against the other asshole.
Placed next to my library, he catches several books to the chain and spear me with a rapidity that took me by surprise. I avoid The kingdom of orcs and The enchanting but Encyclopaedia dragons hit me full in pear, and it is the biggest shot. I ask Xavier making efforts not to cry if he has nothing else to fuck.
-You 're soft, "he says to me throwing a plastic shield that was lying on the floor.
I picked up the toy and goes to my arms, step cautiously towards Xavier. He grabs some books for me to throw them, but I deviates to blows with shields, and he is forced to retreat a bit, ending up at the bottom of my room, where lie the remains of my collection of comics .
He caught one and shake my head to him that is a very bad idea. He brandished it with a look of defiance, while I approached him on tiptoe.
"It is a collector's edition," I said without opening his mouth.
I do not know if it really knows what he does, or if an idea of the value of the object he had in his hands, but it is certain that he throws in my direction. Comics through the air and touches my face, to go eventually flatten against the wall.
Without thinking, I rush over Xavier with the intention to pull her eyes. We entrechoquons with a thud for knocking against the wall. Xavier, sounded a bit, nevertheless manages to catch me head under his arm, and at the same time open the window. By the time I released it already driven me outside.
I ride on the grass and get up immediately. My friend has already joined, and wonder why I do not defend myself. For answer, I break a branch of fine cherry for my mother, and prunes in a hurry to make me a stick, I waved, trying to look menacing.
-Don 't call it "defend itself"? he scoffs.
-shit But finally, what is your problem with that?
As fast as a ninja, he released his nunchaku craft the back pocket of his shorts and begins to make twirl. I see right away that it has made further progress in the use of this weapon strange.
He comes to me, passing his arm under a curse, on the other ... It strikes like lightning and I deflects his shot with my stick. He attacks again, and I let out a shriek in the countering again. I already dripping with sweat and my arms seem to have doubled in size as they are incurred.
Xavier does not release the pressure and still trying several breakthroughs. But I will not bend back, countering his hands trembling nunchakus piping. But if I spend my time I'm done for cash.
I readjusted my hands on the stick. I breathe deeply, and twirls my gun to my assailant, piercing his defense. I get to touch the chin Xavier, and he froze for a moment with an air of surprise. Then he smiles, and goes on the attack.
We fight like knights, citing forces beyond ourselves. We appropriate the entire garden as an arena, taking great care not to walk in the garden vegetables. Everything blurs
: The sound of wood that splits the air, why and how, collectors editions ... I defend myself and it makes me very mad. I only takes a few minutes to stop shaking and get into the heart of the matter, which takes me forever usual.
We will not sit back any more. It is up to his neck in the battle, and I only just beginning to understand that I will continue to defend myself in whatever the outcome.
My sisters enter the garden, book in hand, undoubtedly interested in hammocks bathed by the shadow of the cherry. It marks a pause, weighing the situation with a grimace, as if they were attending a battle of retarded. But soon they take the game and began to encourage us. I have difficulty in finding that there is no doubt that Xavier will win it.
is the oldest history of the world and everything always comes back to that. Those who think themselves too intelligent to defend themselves eventually be demolished. I think that is what Xavier is trying to make myself understood. But after all he may just want to get hammered.
-Who 's your literary agent, bitch? I shouted it.
-If you were really my literary agent I'd have committed suicide long ago.
verbal jousting for the concentration. I attempted a shot in the stomach that dodge backwards. The youngest of my sisters treated us to a fag.
The morning heat fast approaching, unless this is the year we put in swimming. We continue to attack relentlessly, however, facing more than we think. We quickly find dripping and stinking.
Soon we stopped, breathless. We throw our arms, and my sister most will settle in a hammock, a little disappointed.
Vincent said he had to ration water for showers, we launch "she mockingly.
I lie in the grass and Xavier stands, folded in half. He watched me dying with a look I do not know him.
Thou hast forbidden, "he gasps.
"It is the first day. Wait to see more.
-The first day is the easiest.
Vincent, awakened by heat or by our cries, joins us in the garden. It plague on the lack of cigarettes, unaware that I decided to try again to stop smoking. Xavier said nothing, but displays a satisfied smile between coughs.
"I'll go for a jog, telling us there.
That's not true strength. In any case it's not mine. I shall prevent my life not to go to balls with pulls or abs. I'm lying on the floor in a mess, but the writer-warrior is with me.
is repetitive. He did not have much imagination, then he just doing the same thing. He defends himself tirelessly, and often it is demolished. He is dressed wounds and he returns fire. End of story.
In truth there is no scheme or vicissitudes which take in real life. It attacks on the chin all the time, but if one is hard and also avoid being killed, we end one day by making one or two shots.
Xavier understood. He looked at me both sad and proud, asking me where I put my shorts fag. I understood everything. So I realized that I wanted to cry. My friend advised me to continue train and out of the garden. Vincent
wonder why I look weird, and I ordered him to accompany Xavier in his jogging. He grumbles and asks me if I farted a cable, until I scream above him.
But why the fuck?
-Accompany it, that's all!
"I am in the kitchen if you look for me and you're calm.
He leaves me alone with my sisters, that they either do not understand my behavior. I want to bury my head in the grass, dig a wormhole to escape without being seen or followed.
Turning my head I see Xavier go behind the hedge Garden, trotting in his shorts fag. He rushes into the alley and loses itself in the thick jungle of suburban houses. He is caught in the subdivision, and will run in closed circuit, without being able to do anything other than returning to the starting point.
My friend is going to die soon.
Note: The branches of the cherry is your mother sticks to zero
Soon: Vincent does not play by the rules
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