Innocent Blood

June is 15. She doesn't have a family, or any life to be proud of.

July is 16. He doesn't have a family, or any life to be proud of.

These two young adolescents are part of a society that is falling apart around them. They are 'Innocents".

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8. Old Friends

 

I was sat in the room that was now filled with kids of various ages and appearances. Clara had joined in a loud conversation with a group of equally attractive girls, and left me to my own thoughts. A group of boys had spotted me and sauntered over to where I was sat at the back of the room. 

"You the new kid?" the tallest of them asked bluntly. He had the combination of blonde eyebrow and pale green eyes that made him look permanently surprised, and his hair was cut so close to his skull, giving the impression that his head was as soft as peach. "Oy! Answer when your spoken to you retard!" another of the boys had shouted in my ear (Well, he actually said "Oy! anser da man you lil c**t" but I decided to make it a little more sanitary for your benefit). I looked into the peach headed boy and smiled calmly. "Yeah I am. It's July, nice to meet you..."  
"Danny, and it's October you idiot!" he laughed at his own joke and sat in the empty desk beside me. 
"Very funny, but my name's July. If you're going to make more jokes, try and make them a little more intelligent." I grinned in return. "What you on about you little snot rag?!" the slack-jawed illiterate accomplice asked me, flecks of his stagnant spit flicking onto my face. "Don't worry about it Rob" Danny muttered quietly, as if Rob was a badly behaved dog. "I like this kid." 

"HEY EVERYONE! HEDGE IS BACK!" someone at the other side of the classroom shouted. I raised my head as Danny and Rob hurried to the front along with the other students. 'Hedge' appeared to be a tall boy around my age. He had familliar dyed blue hair and well tanned skin. One of his eyes was a dark mossy green, and the other a royal blue. "Where's the new kid?" I heard him ask the students as they all greeted him happily, I stood up and walked through the crowds towards him. After pulling Clara off of his face, I shook his hand and smiled in silent reply to his lopsided grin. "Hallo Fergal." I muttered, clapping my hand on his back as he led me to the back of the room away from the crowd. "I'm known as Hedge here July." he explained "But you can ask me about that some other time. For now, try this before it gets warm!" He handed me and chilled bottle full of orangey-red fluid. "What is it?" I asked him, unscrewing the top and smelling the liquid. It smelt sharp and fruity. "Blood orange juice!" he announced, throwing a few bottles over his shoulder into the ocean of awaiting hands.  "So you're a dealer here too?" I asked, inspecting the liquid before taking a sip.

The juice was so sharp and refreshing it shocked my taste-buds as it first made contact. It was so delicious I didn't actually want swallow. I just wanted to save the droplet of liquid forever, "Nice to swallow isn't it?" Fergal winked as I eventually swallowed. I looked at him with one eyebrow raised. "Oh you did NOT just say that Fergal." He laughed and handed me another bottle. I had know Fergal ever since he was just a petty thief in the slums.

He always used to say he was like Robin Hood. Stealing things Ups took for granted to give the lower classes a taste of happiness. Once he had gone to far however; he attempted to steal from a particularly greedy Up who had made the whore house their second home. Fergal had interrupted one of this Up's sessions in the house, and been caught and punished. 

No-one else knew this except from me. Because I was the one being 'employed' during the session.

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