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This is not meant to offend anyone or bring up any kind of arguments. It is simply for fun, not to offend. This all takes place in 2050, after a huge stock market crash in 2012 that America never really recovered from. The city is none other then New York, New York. Please leave your advice and feedback.

Prolouge

It's disgusting to see what my world has come to. Murder. Rape. Robbery. Anything that can make us feel cool or smooth. I'm one of the last seemingly sane people in this world, which seems to be headed straight to hell. It's impossible to find a single human who gives a care about anything but money. I just wanna puke sometimes watching all of this.

Yeah. Hopefully you get it. The stock market has crashed AGAIN! Sounds like the people from the 20's had it lucky compared to what we got now.

My name is Hunter Black. I'm 13 years old and in 7th grade. I have light brown hair and eyes that some say are as green as fresh cut grass in the summer. I hardly have any sanity left, or hardly any hope for my world. I'm about 5' 6" and have serious anger issues, but I'm learning how to save that anger on anyone who stands in my way. I must way around 125, with a good build and muscular body. I hate my world and just about everyone in it. I always find myself asking the same question- can we make it to the 22nd century? Of course not. I'll be lucky to hit the age of 30 if you ask me, or let's put it this way- I'll be lucky to hit 30 with any sort of money or power in my world.

Sometimes you just gotta love whatever you have. What do I have, you may ask? Well... let's see. Dad gone to disease, Mom working full time, and stupid older brother who has nothing but hate for me. So there's the last thing which is friends. Four of them that really have any loyalty.

Chapter 1

Can't Get Any Worse

I walked to school, a knife on my upper leg in case some idiot tried jumping or mugging me, which has happened three times this year. Which, heck, for me that's just another punk to let anger out on. Besides, it's just self-defense which is no trouble with the cops for me. But trust me, the cops ain't too fond of me, and I only deal with them when I have to. These are some dangerous streets... you can just never tell what will happen.

As soon as I got to school I saw that hardly anyone was there. I always arrived early, since that was the least shady time to try to get to school, or for that matter, wherever you were headed. I was quick to hide my knife in my backpack, which I hoped no one saw.

Middle school sucks. The people of 2012 thought it was bad? They had no freaking clue. These days just about anything is a passing grade 'cause our education system is so terrible. Plus there's all the drama with girls, and the fights (which I honestly don't mind).

The next person I saw walk through the door would be my best friend since birth- Ace Cooper. Ace was a real pain sometimes if you asked most people, but if you ask me, he's the funniest piece of crap I've ever seen. The girls tend to think so too obviously, which is the biggest plus of hanging out with him. No, I will tell you now, we're not that popular. Especially since you can hardly trust anyone. Ace is about 5' 5" and near 110 in weight. He doesn't have much muscle to show off, but he manages. He's got hair as brown as a tree's bark and eyes that are, according to many of the girls, bluer then the ocean. He usually gets along with most people as long as they don't go too far.

I walked over and punched him in the arm. "What was that?" he asked.

"What do you think it was, moron?" I asked back with a grin on my face. He simply rolled his eyes and dropped his backpack to hide the knife he also carried. Just proof that we have some good reasons to carry one.

We talked for a while longer about average guy stuff- cars, girls, you get it. That is until his girlfriend, Mia Field walked in. Mia and I had a friendly rivalry. We'd often crack jokes at each other and have strange nicknames for each other. She was about 5' 5" and she was pretty skinny. But trust me- you did NOT want her to slap you. It has never been pretty for the guys who have been slapped by her, because they had her hand marked on their face for at least a day. She has short, red hair and eyes that I would normally swear were also red, but were really brown. I just said she had red eyes to mess with her.

Ace ran over and hugged her. I tried tripping him on the way, but it really didn't work. Knowing they'd have a stupid conversation, I just put in my earphones and played them extremely loud until my girlfriend Dawn Cross came through the door. I quickly turned my music off. Dawn was... stunning. That's the best I can put it. She had short, brown hair and incredible hazel eyes, like eyes I had never seen before. She was about 5' 5" and probably weighed 90. She came off skinny, which she was. She ne