It was study hall hour at Midtown High. One of the teachers was reading a book in the library, with his feet propped up against the table. A boy about the age of 15 was reading a book for his science project. A couple of other people, were standing around whispering to each other, nothing very important. But four other people were at a cubicle talking.
“Dude, I could’a made a fortune yesterday.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“’Cause I wasn’t there in the east side when Saiya-boy showed up.”
“’Showed up’ speak English much?”
“Whisper man, I can’t handle more detention.”
“Saiya-boy was in the east side?” Fred asked skeptically.
“Yeah!” Charles exclaimed in a hushed voice.
“Whisper, come on,” Tony insisted.
“How would that make you money?” Fred asked.
“My dad said that the paper is offering a boatload of dough for a picture of Saiya-boy,” Charles answered.
“Seriously?” Fred asked.
“So sick of hearing about this…” Lizzie muttered.
“Man, and he was right here. And I was in the east side last night too. That’s twice I almost could’a had a chance at the money,” Charles said.
“Yeah, if not for that fact that you don’t have a camera… …you don’t own a camera… …and when Saiya-boy was here last week you were running around screaming for your mommy…” Fred pointed out.
“Dude, we all were screaming and running around,” Charles countered.
“Yeah, but you really were,” Fred laughed.
“Can you please take this somewhere…”
“Screw you man. You’ll see,” said Charles interrupting Lizzie. “Someone’s gonna bump into Saiya-boy and get that big money for nothin’ but taking a picture, and all’s I’m sayin’ is that it should’a been me.”
Tony kept looking back and forth to make sure no teachers were coming his way.
Ryu was listening intently to their conversation, enjoying the hype about himself, from behind a stack of books in another cubicle. Ryu smiled when he heard about the money.
“’All’s?’” Fred said trying to push Charles buttons.
BZZZZZZZZZ! BZZZZZ! CLICK! CLICK!
Later that afternoon, Ryu set up a camera behind school, dressed up in his costume, and set his camera for autoshoot. Posing for the camera he was determined to make big bucks.
(Manoman, I can’t believe I’m doing this. But hey, money is money. Why not me? Why shouldn’t I get a little bling bling off the whole super hero thing I got goin’ on? I mean, my wrestling career is kaputsville and they’re selling t-shirts and I’m not getting a dime. And what else could I do for money?) Ryu thought.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
(I gotta at least try to help out at home, with Grandpa gone, it’s all on Grandma’s shoulders. If I can get a little bank, I’ll get a little bank. Wait, did I even put film in this?)
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Sephistrife15
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