Nick

Nick, the quietest, but loudest one in the group.

Nick almost never talks around people he doesn't know, but in his mindset it's not weird. Inside Nicks head everything is exploding in creation. Probably one of the most talented kids for miles around. He's always tied up with his guitar, the only way you could ever make him angry is to mess with his music. He strictly listens to classic rock, underground bands, metal, reggae, punk, and screamo. 

Nick is the song writer for Taming the Tongue. He has a writing style like Josh Dies mixed with Matt Schultz, but a bit more raw and rude. Nick is a painter, he designs album covers and draws as a regular hobby.

He is all around a burst of imagination, but not many people can understand the way he thinks of things. He says: "Art is simple, instead of sitting there wishing you were as good as the next guy, put some effort into it. You'll never be a good artist if you're living in the shadows of someone else's creation... So be inspired, not jealous."

I've never really met anyone like Nick, so I guess he's a product of the mind. 

-The Sly

Twix

Probably the most elegant of the criminals in the story. He is British, and is always accompanied by his Australian, almost twin like, partner in crime Tox.  

Twix is the sort of guy who barely shows up for school, but is still smart enough to pass every grade with flying colors... If he wanted to. With Twix everything comes naturally, except how to treat people well. He's quite conceded, and can't often think about people around him. It isn't till his life long friend Tox punches him in the face that he finally realizes that his actions are making people pretty pissed off.

His life is quite the story, he lived four years in Britain the moved to the U.S., after that things just fell apart. His dad died, his mother had no clue as to how to support the two of them, so she just didn't try, they live in the suburbs of a trash heap town. Twix refused to be swayed by the stupidity of the people he lived around. He thought that just because you live in the ghetto, you have no more excuse then the next guy to be stupid. Twix hates school, he calls it a breeding ground for tools and whores, and says the only thing you can learn there is how to be corrupted by society. He didn't have to much faith in anyone, and that's why he treated them all like dirt...

Quote from Twix: "So they have taken away all ability to be human, to live, be free, imagine... Wonder.. Think! I  use to hate school because it brain washed us, but this, this is outrageous... I'm going to kick the next ass that commands me to do something that is for my own good.”

Based off the Henke Brothers, and Sir Hinds. 

-The Sly

Epilogue

Seemingly wasn't the end of anything.

Damn was I glad Kyle let the eleven of us stay the night here, getting home after the party ended (Five in the morning.) wouldn't make my parents happy at all. Plus the sun hanging over the lake when you woke up, it was extraordinary.

I got off one of the many couches in the basement, and walked up stairs to the kitchen.

“Good mornin' sunshine.” Alex smiled

“Up so early?” Jimmy raised a brow.

“Yeah, not sure what woke me up.. Probably Jason snoring…”

“He is one loud son of a gun.” Said Jimmy.

“Got that right. Is anyone else up?”

Alex sipped the soda in his hand, shrugged and looked at Jimmy. “Nope, just us three.” Jimmy brushed the hair out of his eyes. “When you guys do all wake up I got some exciting news”

“Fun.”

“Yeah it will be totally wicked.” He grinned.

“What are we doin’ till then?

“Watchin’ Saw 3.” Alex walked into the living room, tossed the remote around in his hand a few times, and then pressed play. By the end of the movie about three people died, and all of us were awake. The credits passed by and Jimmy turned off the 52 inch TV.

The boy had an ear-to-ear grin. At this moment all I could think was “oh shit”. If I had been a bit more awake when Jimmy said “exciting news” it probably would have dawned on me sooner that this wasn't going to be good. Last time he said that he had to spend a whole summer vacation in jail, and so he began:

It started with him trying to make a serious face, but he gave that up and went into a slight laughing smirk. “So, uh, we’re at war with China or some shit… And I guess it really doesn't have much to do with us cause the war is over seas. However! They set up concentration camps… Which at the moment… Our families are probably in. Now no cause for alarm. They’re probably safe…”

“Probably!?” Kelly screeched.

“Yes that would be what I said… I’m going to finish now… Reason we’re not in a camp is cause Kyle has this brilliant plot of land in some town that no one has ever heard of… Which no one is looking for anyone in. Now… Because of this camp thing the schools are all down… I don’t know about you guys, but if school is out I’d rather not spend it in lock down. So I figure we go to Canada. I know you have to get a passport to get in there… But Mexicans cross our boarders all the time… And Canadians are, well Canadians… Plus I have some friends up there that said they would take us in for a while… But because we wouldn't be legally in Canada lets try and not commit crimes.” Jimmy looked dead at Twix and Tox. In return Twix bit his lip, blushed, then flipped his hand like a schoolgirl.

Scott sat up, sipped his orange juice, and scratched his head. “So wait… What?”

What Come September is...

A while back (I think it was November of 2010) I was sitting in my room about to fall asleep, then I began going on my usual 'think of a million different things so you can't ever fall asleep' head rant . I though of these people, one of them had a personality closely resembling my own. The rest had personalities of people I knew or just people who I would get along with. Essentially I was making imaginary friends, but I didn't plan on walking around and talking to them, to avoid being put in a mental home and being seen as more of a freak then I already was. I had people for a story line, but no plot... Which I didn't think of till much later on, eventually I had six note books filled with drawings and story line.

Recently I was sitting in my sister's friend's apartment, with the two of them and my sister's boy friend. We shuffled through different topics for a while, then ended on the boy saying something about my notebooks, I don't remember what it was that he said but it led to me having to explain parts of my story and them saying I should do something with it. My sister said I should make a blog, so that's where i'm at...