Matthew Kodrigan's Story

" You know,i always thought that if i could live in another place then i could achieve something people never thought would make it....but we did in fact,all of us made history as we used to say before we were so rich that money never ran out and people wanted to know us like we never knew them.I also have to say that this story starts out with a big bang,and the things we did will never be the same after the day we found our true matches and when i think of the time when we really mattered i was right...Finally.It was in New York,as they say the city of dreams but no,it was the city of getting killed and being broke as i remember it...and so much of us were basically in our teens so this is our Story....

I ran through the city light streets as the alleyway in the nearby corner was awaiting a little prize i wanted to have while i stayed in my nearby grade and now i wanna stay alive with my friends and keep our little secret a private party.What i saw was a table of money and a man with guns.I braced myself as i knew my final death wish as i reached for it and when i did he charged for me.I ducked but i missed my shot as he drew his gun but he was taken down by my partner in crime and helper Matt.I reached for the money until i blacked out....I awaken back in my room with all my friends but in a place i called home or we called home.

I woke up in the morning,maybe at 8:34 a.m. as i walked towards my closet and just thought of what just happened as a dream.The warehouse was what i was thinking about at the time as we had to survive everything just to get somewhere and the people i just couldn't stand these days.I picked out a gray jacket with my favorite hoodie and put on my Punk Black pants and try out a taco from my leftover last night.

Kimberly,Alyssa,Zared,Chase,Lani,Umbra,Lex,Bloodlyne,Matthew,Casey,Ford,and Katelyn all sat down in the living room and the chat was on as i could remember the lights everywhere.I walked into the Kitchen and fixed myself a sweet mix of Chocolate and a small batch of cookies as i looked out of the window and saw the grass being sprayed by the water pole's.

I walked back into the living room as it got silent and i began to drink my chocolate at the point to where i got out my phone and started to play temple run for a while.

( Sorry it's short but i have to let you guys reply to something :) )

Matthew's story started out like every day of his life: Quietly.

Around 8 o clock, which was earlier than most the others. As always, he was quiet: partly just because everybody else didn't like being awoken earlier than they needed to. He liked to take their thoughts into consideration, since they did most of the funding for the warehouse. While Matty did work at the library that wasn't far from his home, he didn't make nearly as much as they did to keep the place alive. When he showered and gotten dressed in his usual clothing (an Aeropostale T-shirt, jeans and his lime green converse) he went down the stairs and into the living room. He didn't have to make himself anything to eat, for he rarely ate much in the morning to begin with. In fact, Matty probably consumed the least amount of food throughout the entire group of them, and he wasn't really sure why: He just wasn't hungry like they were. However, the guy downed pop like it was his food, which he had a Dr. Pepper from the kitchen, along with a muffin.

So while the others began to pile into the living room (He was curled up on the couch, the can of Dr. Pepper more than half gone.) he didn't ignore them: He gave each one a little smile before returning his gaze to the outside, where he watched the rest of the world wake up. When mostly everybody had arrived, his Dr. Pepper had finished and the can down. Opening that can was probably the loudest thing he ever did in a day, so he watched as everybody started mingling with a little interest. It wasn't until Chase arrived that things got interesting. Zared was being his usual, cocky attitude, but Matty could tell that he was hiding something. When you rarely say a word, you pick up on body language and words said by others more easily and psychologically. Chase was tired looking, and Ford made some sarcastic pun that wasn't very funny. When Zared started saying everything he wanted, Matty just stared at him with a quizzical look. At least both his parents didn't think he was a lost cause... Matthew thought to himself about the selfishness in Zared's speech. He shook his head, and adjusted his sunglasses, which was something he always had on: his eyes were all little sensitive to the light, and they worked great to keep his orange-blonde hair out of his eyes.

All in all, a typically average morning in the warehouse.

Matthew watched with innocent amusement as Lani and Zared squabbled. She was complaining about his pickup lines, while he was trying to defend himself. It was truly ironic that both of them seemed to have the body language that suggested that they liked each other, Matthew noted. They always wholeheartedly faced each other, kept talking to each other. Then again, Zared was renowned for his womanizing personality, and Matthew did take that into consideration. He shook his head a little when the TV was turned on, as he rarely watched the thing: He found not as much amusement in watching others perform than in a book.

I will never understand how some people can drink pop so early in the morning... He heard a sweet, soft laugh and his face began to redden. He wasn't good at hiding his emotional state, even if he rarely talked. Especially when he was embarrassed, to which he would blush so bad it would nearly turn darker than his hair colour. He turned to see Lex, who was looking just as pretty as she always did, but he dared not say that. So instead, he gave his own way of saying good morning, which was a small, timid wave of greeting. "Good Morning." He whispered, his articulation perfect and his soft voice leaving his tongue like silk. The most anybody had ever heard him say was at least a paragraph, but that was only for when he was trying to explain something, and was getting extremely flustered and couldn't calm himself down, so he gave a little rant. And by little, meaning it was fast and brief: The other person could barely tell what he had said. Normally, however, he spoke about 10 - 50 words a day, maxing out at around 100.

He then had his attention averted by Chase, who was going on about his new ideas. As the 'Ringleader' he always came up with inventive ideas on how to make more money or finding new ways around being found, be them legal, illegal or just completely absurd. Matty didn't mind, as Chase gave him a home when he didn't have one, even if he rarely spoke his thanks out loud. His new idea was actually a fairly smart one, but Matthew did have concerns: How would we get some sleep if there is a rave party going on down below? Matthew wasn't one for late nights, except when he was in the company of others, so this idea would be a serious problem for Matt. However, he wouldn't voice it: He was too nice.

Lex giggled again as she noticed Matthew’s face turn bright red after her comment. “Morning, Matty” she said again with a smile. Over the time she’d known him, Lex developed a fondness towards Matthew. Though he didn’t talk much, in Lex’s opinion, she found it cute and refreshing considering quite a few of the guys in this world were loud and obnoxious. Curiousity still loomed as to what happened earlier in his life, but she avoided asking questions to anyone about their past in the house, not wanting to be the one to bring back painful memories.

After finishing off her apple, Lex skipped into the kitchen and threw the brown-tinted core into the trashcan. When she returned to her spot in the living room, Chase was explaining an idea of his that could make them a few more bucks. “I’m up for any adventure.” Lex said happily, noticing Casey walk in. “Just a bit...” She laughed then focusing her attention to Ford as Katelyn began asking Casey about her new sketches.

Matthew's eyes were looking around the room, until he realized that trying to avoid eye contact with sunglasses was pointless. Then he heard Lex's voice once more, which was a sweet sound. Morning, Matty He gave a timid little grin towards her, hoping to dispel his flustered expression, but it was all for not: The damage was done, his face was still covered in red and he looked like an idiot in front of Lex. Worse, she then turned away after finishing an apple and walked into the kitchen and then came back to talk to Chase and the rest of the gang about the club idea. There went his meager chances, but he stayed optimistic: there would hopefully be another time to chat with her.

His attention was averted by the clamor about the nightclub idea, to which Matthew looked a little uncertain. While it was a good idea to make extra money, he was concerned for a few problems that could arise: for one, if anybody found out that people were actually living in the warehouse, that might cause some legal issues. Another problem was the people themselves: Nightclubs had a bad habit of being trashed at times by losers, especially newly-opened ones, just because they had the time and they didn't like the club for some odd reason. The really big issue for Matthew was slightly selfish, he had to admit, but it should be addressed, and that was scheduling and noise control.

For starters, night clubs had a tendency to go on until very late hours, so they would have to get noise dampeners for the entire basement to keep the locals - the few that there were - happy. This also posed the threat of him possibly having to work a shift or two for it, and everybody in the building knew that Matt was neither good with lots of people he didn't know nor was he good at assisting and serving. He mulled it over in his head, trying to think of the easiest way to convey all of his thoughts into simple sentences. Matthew's philosophy in life was quite different and intricate compared to others, for he liked to condense his entire thoughts into short sentences, sometimes only 5 words long. It kept things simple with everybody else, and allowed him to not have to speak as often as the others did.

When he was confident enough, he raised his hand slowly, the red in his face that had receded slightly now feeling like hanging around while he adjusted his sunglasses. "How will your idea be staffed and affect our daily lives?" He said a little louder than he spoke his greetings to Lex, but not as loud as a normal person would speak normally.