Bloodsport:JackSIntro

From Create Your Own Story

"C'mon. Sure you don't want any?"

The scrawnier boy, Eric, waves the bag in your face for you to sniff. 'Special' brownies, but you knew that before the smell gave it away. He gives you a few every week, and you're kinda-sorta-almost friends with him. But you forgot to tell him to skip this week.

You shake your head and tell him no. "Dude, I have a doctor appointment."

But Eric just whines, "But Jackie, man, what am I gonna do with them?"

For effect, he shakes the bag. Like you'd forget something from five seconds ago.

You throw your hands up in the air. "If I get caught, my dad will send me to boot camp."

You grumbled under your breath. So I pull pranks, and jokes and sometimes get high. Shit, it isn't hurting anybody.

You keep walking, and the disheveled pothead next to you stops in his tracks. He freezes for a second, and his face screws up in a crude mockery of concentration.

You roll your eyes. "Constipated?"

Erics automatically tells you to shut up, and is quiet for another few moments. Thinking takes him a while.

Eric turns to you, smirks, and motions you to follow him. You take half a second to think, and decide to go along with it. After you start walking, he hands the bag to you, and points to the teachers' lounge.

You nod, understanding immediately. "Hey, today's lesson might actually be interesting for once."

Later, during Gym class

Bloodsport.
I Am:	Jack S.	I'm In: The Halls.
I Feel:	Fine.
Kills:	N/A.