Two feet on the ground

Alexander Fields

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Alex was fuming, he had almost been expelled from school for attempting to hurt a teacher, not only was it a teacher it was Professor Styx the meanest and baddest of the lot of them. Looking around Alex was ready for a fight, but he couldn't pick who he would fight, maybe he would just leave it but he didn't know, it seemed so tempting and something had drawn him here, maybe it was to calm him down. Looking around he saw a few people he knew he would be able to beat in a fight, but he was looking for someone he knew would be a challenge someone who might actually be able to stand a chance against him. He sat there staring at a person from across the road, hoping that they would react to this and come attack him.
 
Link stared back at the fellow who was eyeing him so wrong. What the hell, Link thought to himself. Was this guy really just looking at me or was he gay or something? He wanted to call out, "I'm not gay!" but he didn't he kept his composure still, his hands grip into his pocket. The man didn't stop staring, and it annoyed him greatly. He was on his way to go see Leah, and now someone out of the ordinary was actually looking at him, wrong. It amused him greatly, so he temper with the man a stern looked bestowed upon his face as he called out. "Hey nit, got a bit of an eye problem there?" he shouted from across the sidewalks, his face still waiting for a response.
 
Alex was still staring at the guy when he yelled out, hey nit do you have a staring problem. He laughed it was funny how naive people could be at times. Standing up, he headed over towards the guy, when he was standing right in front of him he said. " Nah, mate but your about to have a face problem if you don't keep going." The boy looked as though he would be a good fight, maybe even Alex would lose, but it would be hard no matter how good his skills where.
 

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