A picture is worth a thousand words.
The picture in front of me spoke only one. Traitor.
The need for vengeance was palpable, it was soaring through my chest as I eye his movements walking toward the woods that leads to a junkyard on the other side of the wooded area. The same junkyard my brothers, Dane and I set Cole's stash on fire, the very same one we took from the green sedan that had broken into our school.
I don't know how well Cole took the video we sent but judging by the glaring eyes his Ridgewood High crew gave us the next day, I assume not well.
Cole's not exactly known for his kindness but I couldn't care less if they suffered under the hands of their boss.
To say it was a pleasure watching the flames consume half a quarter of his profit for the month was an overstatemen
