It was midnight when she finally got home. Such a regular occurrence disrupted Divos sleep, like always. His mother was out again with yet another guy. It seemed like there was a new one every night. How many people were there in the town of Sea Salt Bay anyway? She must've gone through most of the town already. It wouldn't surprise him the least if she was on her second round through. The truth was though that Divo knew not what his mother did every night. What he did know was that she would always come home blind drunk. Sometimes he would discover her passed out on the front lawn every other morning. Occasionally Divos mother sported a black eye. Whenever he expressed any concerned though she would screech at him to back off. She would even throw a bottle if she was holding one. Such was life at home for Divo. In such an environment he had no choice but to grow up before his time. To always be responsible for anything and everything. To always be the straight thinking one. If he wasn't going to take on that role then who would? There was nobody else. His father was long gone. In fact he had no idea who his father was. There's a good chance that he will never know. Divo has long since made his peace with that outcome though, for he was his own man.

After that grand confrontation between Charles and Chet at school that day, the future of the Salt Bay Turbos seemed bleak. They may not even be the Salt Bay Turbos anymore. Charles could do with them whatever he liked. He had them all by their "collective balls" after all. Even before that, when Chet lost his cool and decked Switch. He had never seen the boss act out like that before. He must've still been shaken up by his fight with Rolo. Divo, for the life of him, just couldn't fathom why everything went so wrong. No catalyst came to mind, no matter how much he thought about it. The anxiety of it all kept him from falling back to sleep.

He could still hear his mother shambling along the hallway outside his bedroom door. She walked sideways into the hallway walls every couple of steps or so. She was either on her way to the bathroom or to her bedroom. Divo prayed that it was the former. Vomit and piss stains were hard to clean out of woolen quilts. But if he didn't do it, then nobody did.

Divo sat up in his bed resolutely. He just didn't care anymore. A lifetime of doing right by the people around him has gifted him with naught to show for it. Just a drunken whore of a mother and a broken gang which just so happened to be controlled by an asshole because it was led by an idiot. Divo felt so mad angry about what Chet did. They were a gang yeah but that little conspiracy he pulled on his own was way over the line. At the end of the day though, Divo realised, it was because Chet tried to beat Charles at his own game. It was all because Chet wanted to be like Charles, simple as that. A greedy and manipulative little weasel who had not a single real friend in the world. That's what Chet wanted to be. The saddest thing of all though, was that Chet used to be so much more. Divo shook his head in disappointment.

He heard what sounded like a door open and close down the hallway. It was fairly closeby so it must've been the bathroom. A moment later, he heard those familiar sounds of heaving and retching. Divo silently thanked whatever maker there was that his wretch of a mother drunkenly shambled her way into the bathroom this time. An easier mess to clean. Of course he did try to help her on many occasions but again, she would swat him away and screech. Her screeching was unintelligible most of the time but sometimes he could make out ramblings about his father. Of how he looked exactly like him and how much it pissed her off because he was an asshole, apparently. She was a difficult woman to deal with, no doubt. But who else was there? Only another year until he was free.

At the moment though, he no longer cared about anything. Possible curfew be damned. He needed to be somewhere that reminded him of the good times. There was only one place he could think of though. And that was underneath the boardwalk. There was a chance that eh would encounter a couple of the other guys down there as well. He doubted it though. That suited him just fine. He needed to be alone. His mood was chaotic and his thoughts led him to dark places. A breath of fresh air and a trip down memory lane would do him a world of good, Divo surmised.

And so he opened his bedroom window and climbed out into the backyard. His house was only a few blocks away from the bay in one of the poorer and more modest suburbs. Despite it all though, he was glad that he lived in an area that was relatively close to the bay. Sometimes he could even hear the sound of the sea from his bedroom window. He then set off on foot towards the bay. Hopefully, nobody else was going to be there.

Lenny stood at the doorframe of his fathers room. The room was gloomy and covered in dust. Their father had been gone for about a month now. Ever since they moved, he took the first chance he got to go to his home town in Germany. He said something about visiting his family for awhile and making sure they were safe. Or something along the lines of that. Lenny knew he just wanted to get away from the stress of runnning the restaurants.

Lenny took a deep breath and stepped inside his fathers room. It smelled of German beer and cologne. The bed sheets were a traditional style of German. Everything was German with this man. From his accent to his the way he walked, he was German.

He took a seat on his bed and sighed. Lenny pulled out an old box from underneath the bed and took out an old family photo album. He opened the first page. Four pictures with the words "our newest addition to the family!" Written in the middle. His father was crying in the background while his mother smiled happily. He flipped the page. There were pictures of Lenny as a toddler, covered in spaghetti and meatballs, while another picture showed him banging pots and pans on the kitchen floor.

He flipped the page. His mother was in the hospital again, holding another baby. The caption at the bottom said "Meet your new baby brother!" Lenny was holding a sleeping baby Charlie. Another picture of the two together was them sleeping on the couch. Then there were picture sof just Charlie, eating ice cream while half asleep. Charlie did sleep a lot as a child.

Lenny flipped the page again. This time a picture of Lenny, Charlie, and now Antonio sleeping in a hospital bed. Lenny had broken is arm the day before Antonio was born from slipping and falling in the kitchen. "Our three (tired) boys!" Said the caption at the bottom. The next picture of Antonio was him covered in red nail polish and his mothers make up from head to toe. He looked rather confused as to why the camera was on him.

Lenny turned he page. Oliver was in his crib, fast asleep. "Our family keeps growing!" Said the caption. Lenny felt face his eyes sting. Oliver was playing in the old houses library in the next picture. His eyes were cross eyed, with one eye a more green color. The picture below showed him with his thick, round glasses.

Lenny turned the page. His eyes were red and puffy. Two babies were next to eachother holding hands. One was smiling while the other not so much. "Two bundles of joy!" Read the caption. The two were in every single photo together. One smiling and one not. Always hand in hand. Jacob and Andy were always togther, no matter where they were. They were probably off causing mischief right now.

Lenny turned the page. A much chubbier baby was in his mothers arms at the hospital. His fathers face seemed happy, yet disappointed. "Our new munchkin!" The caption read. There were no other baby pictures of Wilson except for a picture with his new glasses, reading Sherlock. His face seemed so concentrated on his book. The picture next to it was him siting next to Oliver, asleep reading the a book together.

Lenny wiped his face and turned the page. Everyone was arounf their mother, staring at the baby girl in her arms. Their father was crying. The caption said "Our princess." The photo album was filled with pictures of Corrine playing with her dolls and coloring. Her parents were holding her tightly while she played with hand-me-down toys. A family picture of everyone was smack dab in the middle of the photo album. "The Kelley's" was written at the bottom. Everyone was so happy.

Lenny flipped the page. There was nothing left excpt for blank pages. He turned and turned and turned but there was nothing left. He got to the last two pages. There was another family photo except their mother was missing. They weren't as happy as before. Corrine smiled on like nothing was happening while everyone wore black clothes. Each of them holding a marigold flower and a which lily. Corrine's were in her hair.

Lenny couldn't stop crying as he flipped to the very last page. It was a wedding photo of his parents. His mother was wearing traditional garbs while his father wore a plain suit and tie. Both of them were happily kissing. "Adler and Mawi. Together forever, until death do us part." Was on the bottom of the photo. Lenny closed the book and went back to his room, sobbing. What happened to their happy family? Why was everyone so distant? Lenny couldnt help but cry harder. Charlie heard the noise and came into Lenny's room. He sat next to him and gave him a well deserved hug. Poor Lenny needed some comfort anyway.

Off in the distance, a solitary light could be seen. As Divo approached the light he could make out a figure. It leaned on one of the wooden pillars that supported the boardwalk. The pillar itself was near the churning waves of the incoming tide. Judging by both the pillar itself as well as the pose in which the silhouette stood, Divo quickly figured out who it was. He had a lot of nerve to show his face around here. After all the shit that he pulled. How dare he hang out in the Salt Bay Turbo hangout spot! Divo felt outraged at the supposed audacity. He decided to give this guy a piece of his mind.

When he saw the look on his face though, all feelings of anger dissipated. Divo had never seen him like this before. A look of complete and utter defeat etched upon his face. Chet had never looked worse than he did then. Bloodshot and sunken red eyes now replaced his steely grey ones. The effect was haunting as well as heartbreaking. Chet faced Divo but he said not a word. He acted like he was bracing himself for some kind of punishment. Divo felt nothing but pity and sorrow.

"Why did you do it man?" asked Divo gravely.

Chet sighed deeply then took a drag on his cigarette before replying to Divos question. "I dunno Divo. I just couldn't take it anymore ya dig. I guess I just wanted the Salt Bay Turbos to be more than just a plaything for the rich snobs of this town. I wanted us to be what we always wanted to be. The baddest gang in town." explained Chet.

"No! You wanted to be like Charles! And you dragged us all down with you because of it!" shouted Divo.

"I guess you hit the nail on the head with that one good buddy. My head was so far up my own ass that I couldn't even see it for myself. I don't expect you guys to forgive me. I just hope that you'll come to understand me, even just a little. Who am I kiddin, I can barely understand myself." Chet confessed.

"Chet." said Divo pityingly. He paused for a moment before speaking further. "We ain't a bunch of clueless dunderheads. We know how hard it must be to lead us all. We just wish that you had enough respect for us to let us in on the ground floor of your little conspiracies." said Divo.

"I know. I don't mean no disrespect Divo. I respect you guys more than anyone else out there. We are brothers for life. I just, wanted to be the leader that you guys deserved." said Chet.

"But you were Chet. You were exactly what we needed. With you in charge, nobody messed with us. Sure, we had to do some lame favours for the rich snobs in the past yes. But for the most part, we were free to be as bad as we wanted to be." lectured Divo.

"I guess I lost sight of things. I lost touch with our roots. Look if you guys don't want me to lead anymore then I'm totally cool with that! If yous want me to leave the gang completely then yeah, I deserve that to!" ranted Chet.

"It's not up to me Chet. It's up to all of us brothers. But I promise you Chet, you will not escape judgement." warned Divo ominously.

"Nor would I want to. And Divo, thanks for being a good friend." said Chet sincerely.

"Whatever." dismissed Divo coldly.

Oliver was in the kitchen trying to catch up with all of his orders while Wilson was taking orders as fast as possible. For some reason, after lunch time was the busiest time for the diner. And the two must unreliable brothers were working there. They were lucky their father wasn't here to see this mess.

Wilson's hands were full of food trays. He placed two down infront of a family of costumers. He was on his way to deliver his next batch when a rather rude customer stuck his leg out. One minute Wilson is walking and the next he's flat on his face covered in milkshakes and maple syrup. A few of the customers laughed at Wilsons fall.

Oliver left the kitchen to help Wilson clean himself. He felt so bad for his younger brother. He was always treated worse than the other kids his age. Always pushed around and beat up because of his weight or asthma. Oliver took Wilson to the bathroom and cleaned him up. Although sticky and maple syrup smelling, Wilson was all clean.

Oliver returned to the outside and felt that something is off. He felt that he was forgetting something. He took a few big whiffs and smelled smoke. He turned around to see the kitchen was on fire!

"OH GOD NOT AGAIN." Oliver rushed into the kitchen to put out the fire.

Lenny and Charlie were returning from the super market with ingredients when they noticed the smoke billowing from the board walk. They sighed and wondered how the two boys messed up badly this time.

"Oh my, you are a big fellow aren't you." remarked the tailor.

"Yeah." grunted Rolo.

"This one is going to be some extra work. I hope you understand that I will have to raise my fee." said the tailor rather meekly.

"Fine, do whatever you need to do. I just want all of them in uniform by this weekend." demanded Charles.

"As you wish young master." said the tailor before giving a slight respectful bow. He was then escorted out of the room by one of Charles' many butlers. An awkward and strained silence was left in his wake.

Rolo could hardly remember the last time he was in for a fitting. There was that one time though that he wished to forget. Though in truth, that other fitting was nowhere near as humiliating as this one. On the bosses orders he was to report to Lancaster Manor that very afternoon after school. It was a very frosty reunion for he and Chet to say the least. Barely a word was spoken between the two. During school that day they actively avoided each other. Whenever they had no choice but to be in the same space they coldly ignored one another. And on it went. But at the end of the day, he couldn't bear to go against Chet and the Salt Bay Turbos. Not when they needed him the most. And so with great reluctance he continued to follow Chets orders. Rolo just wished that one of his friends was there with him. Chet did tell him that he was to report with only a handful of other nondescript Turbos members. Nevertheless, as tough as Rolo was, he couldn't help but feel uneasy at such a strange request.

Charles organised for Chet, Rolo, Switch, and Divo to report in on separate days. He knew that those four were the closest of friends. He also knew that they had the most sway over the group. And so Charles thought it most wise to split them up whilst slowly bringing them all into his less than humble abode. Though Charles had them all in his iron grip, he didn't quite trust them just yet. It takes time to break an animal after all. Especially animals such as these.

They all stood in the middle of the grand foyer of Lancaster Manor. The marble floor upon which they stood was polished to perfection. The intricate yet simple geometric patterns upon the floor bespoke both luxury and taste. The walls themselves were crafted from a a combination of oak and mahogany. Various portraits and landscape paintings hung upon the walls. Two large stair cases ran along the opposite walls of the foyer to joint the upper walkway above. Some rather fetching marble statues and large vases stood in the corners of the cavernous room. When one spoke, ones voice echoed off of the walls. There were three large double doors in the middle of each wall. The led to areas the Turbos were forbidden to go. And so they conducted all their business in the grand foyer.

"You, lardo." said Charles as he approached Rolo.

"Yes...... sir?" said Rolo in an obviously strained way.

Charles grinned smugly to himself before speaking further. He loved every second of this. "You look disgusting. Lose some weight you fat tub of shit. I can't have a land whale like you as a servant. So humiliating." he stated rather coldly.

Rolo had never wanted to hit someone harder than he did just then. Truly it was the most self-control he had ever exercised over himself. The look on Rolos face betrayed the extreme amounts of anger, sadness, and humiliation that he felt. He was so angry that his face burned and slight tears welled up in his eyes. His breathing quickened to a point where he began to feel light headed. His breathing was very loud and forced. The handful of other Salt Bay Turbos with him felt uneasy upon noticing his strain. Of course none of this escaped Charles' notice. Charles himself could barely hold back a bout of evil laughter.

"You know what? You won't be a servant after all. I have a special task for you. Report back here tomorrow afternoon. Is that understood?" Charles asked with levity.

"Yes sir." Rolo replied through gritted teeth.

Corrine brushed her fingers over the books in her bookshelf, indecisive as to what to read. A navy blue book caught her attention. She pulled out the book and took a good look at it. The gold words "Cendrillion" was in cursive on the cover. A small round carriage was at the bottom of the book, covered in vines and something red.

Corrine had sworn she had read every book in her personal library. Overtaken with curiosity, Corrine decided to give it a read. She could have just taken it from Wilson or Oliver on accident. She sat in her desk, turned the lamp on and began to read. She flipped to a random page towards the beginning to make it interesting.



Corrine yawned and skipped ahead a few pages.



Corrine slammed the book closed. She couldn't bear to read anymore. She crept down the stairs and placed the book back into the family library. She climbed back into her bed and nearly cried herself to sleep.

Rolo walked the halls of Salt Bay High alone once more. The previous day he wished to be alone, for he could barely contain his anger. He wanted to avoid Corinne so as not to reveal to her his mean side. Admittedly though, he had done it once before. But there was nobody else around to feel the brunt of his anger but her. The last thing Rolo wanted was to take his anger out on the one girl he loved more than anyone else in the world. This time was different though, for it was not anger he felt most keenly, but loneliness. And so Rolo decided to seek out Corinne and her two weird but cool friends.

He walked into the cafeteria and scanned the crowd. He had trouble seeing through all the people milling about. They could be there for all he knew. So there he stood, in the middle of the cafeteria, searching for his love.

"Corinne! Where are you!" Rolo called out.

Corrine perked up when she heard her name. SHe told up in her seat and looked around the cafeteria. She spotted a very familiar face in a crowd of people. Corrine waved her hand happily and called out to Rolo.

Rolo looked around frantically for Corinne. With each passing second he became increasingly more agitated. He just had to see Corinne, he needed to. He wanted to forget everything. All of it. His heart raced faster and faster the more agitated he became. All of a sudden, he collided with another student. His massive body spun with surprising speed. The momentum of his gut alone was enough to launch an unsuspecting person off of their feet. The collision sent a whole tray of food flying everywhere. Milk and hotdog buns went flying all over the place. The kid himself fell flat on his behind. All the nearby students stopped in their tracks and turned their heads. All eyes were on them.

The student, no older than fourteen, looked up at Rolo with intense fear in his eyes. The surrounding students began to whisper amongst themselves whilst watching the scene unfold. A few giggles and laughs were heard here and there.

"Shut up! Shut the hell up!" yelled Rolo.

He then began to storm out of the cafeteria. On the way though he slipped on a puddle of milk. His left foot flew from right under him , sending him falling backwards. Rolo fell squarely on his back. The impact winded him momentarily. The laughter of the surrounding students intensified. An enraged Rolo got back onto his feet rather quickly for a guy of his weight and size. He then trudged off in a huff, daring not to show any more rage than he already had. On the way out, he heard someone yell loser as he left through the door. Rolo contained his rage and walked even faster than before.

Corrine grabbed her things and rushed out of the lunch room, slipping on the milk herself but not falling. Poor Rolo must have been extremely embarrassed! She chased after Rolo down the hall. She clung to his arm, cuddling close to him.

"Rolo! There you are! What happened are you ok?! You aren't hurt are you? You could have seriously hurt yourself! Oh, I hope you are alright..." she chirped.

Corinne was still rather spooked from Rolo raising his voice. But she wasn't going to let that ruin her time with Rolo! She had t seen him since the day before yesterday!

"C-corinne I." stammered Rolo.

All of a sudden, a torrent of emotion swept over him. It was like the floodgates were let open. The sight of Corinnes face and the sound of her sweet voice pushed him over the edge. Tears welled up in his eyes in great big globs then began to cascade down his cheeks. His breathing became short and strained. A moment later he began to sob. Try as he might, he could not stop himself. With each passing breath his sobs became louder and more exaggerated. Rolo found himself sinking to his knees. He buried his face in his hands and wept loudly. Even his great big hands couldn't hold back his tears. He no longer cared about anything anymore, not even his life. All he cared about was Corinne.

Corrine got on her knees and cradled his face.

"Oh my gosh! You must be really hurt! Let's get you to the nurses office! I-I'll help you there!" Corrine hugged him tightly. She didn't quite realize that Rolo wasn't is physical pain, but emotional and mental pain. Oblivious to what has been going on, she tried helping Rolo stand up.

"Its ok! Everything is going to be ok!" She said, trying to calm Rolo down. She tried to calm herself down too. It wasn't normal for Rolo to cry like this. Or cry at all for that matter. Something must have been seriously wrong for him to lose his tough guy attitude.

It was quite a lovely day outside. The sun was shining in the clear blue sky. The birds sang and called to and fro with vigour and melody. The slight breeze that cooled the air also carried an unmistakable scent of hydrangeas. Beneath the shade of a fir tree sat both Rolo and Corinne. There they sat, with not another soul in sight. A few stray leaves drifted down onto Rolos head but he cared not. He was just glad that he finally had someone to talk to. It was such a perfect place to talk. It was in a rather vaguely frequented and oft forgotten part of the schoolyard. Nobody dared sit near the window to the teachers lounge. Today was an exception though, for exceptional things were afoot. Rolo let fly his vulnerability with not a care in the world. To him, nothing mattered anymore. The worst scenario imaginable had came to pass. Charles had the ability to boss the Salt Bay Turbos around as much as he liked and now the kids in school have lost all respect for them. Nothing mattered anymore to Rolo. Strangely enough though, he felt at peace with that. Just as long as Corinne was there by his side. Such a revelation gave Rolo more strength than he had ever felt before. For he finally realised for himself that love conquers all.

Rolo explained to Corinne all that had transpired within the gang. About the grand confrontation between Charles and Chet. About the threat of blackmail that hung over all their heads that forced the Turbos to do Charles' bidding. Of how humiliated he felt when he was insulted so harshly by Charles at his manor. Of how downright violated he felt when he knew he couldn't defend himself in any way. Of how truly small he felt when he realised only a few minutes prior that the other students have all lost respect for him and possibly the crew itself. All of it.

"Ya know what Corinne baby? It was never supposed to be like this. That's the thing that upsets me the most. Not what Charles has done but what we let happen. What we let ourselves become." Rolo explained forlornly.

"We were never really an outlaw gang. You knew that right? I mean come on! We're just a bunch of mixed-up high school punks. We have fun but we never took ourselves too seriously. At least, we didn't used to." said Rolo longingly.

"Have I ever told you the story of how the Salt Bay Turbos formed in the first place?" Rolo asked Corinne enthusiastically.

Corrine looked at Rolo with her puffy red eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could that rich kid Charles do such awful things to her friends?! She was going to give him a stern talking to! No one could say no to her! But she wish she could actually help them in some way. No one should live their life in fear of someone else like Charles.

Corrine layed down on Rolo's lap and sighed.

"Tell me how you all met up. I need a good story."

Rolo began to clear his throat. This tale brought back some very fond memories for him. Memories of a much simpler time. A time when being bad merely meant not giving a damn, instead of literally being bad. A time when Rolo felt like he truly belonged. A time before all this petty and manipulative backstabbing. It was a special time for sure. Rolo was more than happy to revisit such a time in his memories. Corinne of all people deserved to know the truth of things.

"Alright little lady. I'm going to give you a little history lesson ya dig?" Rolo announced.

"It all began back in the bad old days. When all there was in this school were a bunch of rich squares who thought that their shit didn't stink. You were either a rich snob or you were nothin. But there was this group of kids who get it the worst. Those kids were the poorer and less able ones. The "retards" as they were often called. Those kids were the untouchables. The lower class of this place. No matter what you did, they could never be accepted here. And the bullying that those kids suffered. Man, the shit that happened back then. Those assholes made Charles the wiener look like a saint in comparison. There were stories Corinne, terrible stories. Stories about kids being bashed by groups for no reason while nearby adults did nothin to stop it. Stories of guys and chicks getting sexually assaulted, and even raped. But still, not a thing was done about it. And do you wanna know why Corinne? It's the oldest reason in the world, money. With money, one had power, and with power, one had control, and when one had control, nothin could stop ya. And let me tell you baby girl, absolute power corrupts absolutely." explained Rolo gravely.

"You gettin it baby girl?" Rolo asked in earnest.

Corrine nodded solemnly.

"Yeah, I get it. But what's going to happen to you now? What if Charles hurts you? I couldn't live with myself if he did that! Rolo, please be careful! Just stay on his good side!" Corrine sprang up and hugged Rolo tightly.

"I'll get you out of there! I'll be your knight and shining armor! I'll get everyone out of there and beat that nasty Charles! If only I knew what to do..." Corine sighed and let go of Rolo. There had to be a way Corrine could help Rolo and the gang, but how?

"Aww, that's sweet." Rolo replied whilst he hugged Corinne back.

She was as warm and as soft as ever. Rolo missed her hugs, more than Corinne realised. He wished that they never ended. That they could just sit beneath the fir tree and just hug for the rest of the day. The warmth of Corinnes soft body combined with the subtle subtle scent of her perfume was like heaven for Rolo. But alas, her embrace ended as quickly as it began.

"You don't have to worry about me Corinne baby. Like I said, as long as you're by my side, anything is possible. I'm sure the fellas and I will come up with a plan eventually. Thanks for cheering me up though. You made me feel so much better. I feel like I can fight the world now!" Rolo stated happily.

"But I think you should know the truth about what we really are. About what really happened back in the bad old days that made everything the way it is now. Long before you came to this one horse town. Don't worry sweet thing, it gets better." said Rolo before shooting Corinne a playful wink.

Corrine cuddles up close to Rolo and loks into his eyes. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity and excitement. She knew this was going to be interesting! And she may learn about Rolo's past! Something that Rolo didn't ever discuss with her. She realized that Rolo was rather secretive with her. He never really said anything about the gang or even himself until now.

Corrine wiggled around in her seat, waiting for Rolo to start.

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"

Rolo chuckled to himself before replying to Corinnes earnest request. That was another thing he loved about Corinne, how genuinely sweet and easily impressed she was. Story time with her was starting to become one of his favourite pass-times. Right after eating hot-dogs and pancakes. With the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders for just a brief while, he regaled Corinne with the humble origins of the baddest gang in town. It was a story he had never told before. Sure, the events were common knowledge to anyone who had attended Salt Bay High in the past. But never once had Rolo, nor any of the crew for that matter, ever gave an inside account of what transpired during such a turbulent time in the schools history. Corinne had no idea how much of an honour was being bestowed upon her at the time. Only someone who had joined the gang as a fellow brother would be made privy to what Rolo was about to tell her. As far as Rolo was concerned though, Corinne was a Salt Bay Turbo. He dared not say it though. Not until everything was made official first.

"Do you know the kids that were picked on all the time? The ones that the rich snobs preyed on that nobody gave a damn about? They got together to form the first youth gang in Sea Salt Bay. They were truly the baddest of the bad. True rebels in every sense of the word. Us Salt Bay Turbos ain't nothin compared to those guys. And those guys were...." Rolo paused dramatically before continuing.

"The Rebel Sharks!" Rolo announced with as much gravitas as he could muster.

"I don't think you would've heard of em baby girl. Ain't nobody talks about em anymore. The rich snobs or "The Royals", as they like to call themselves, they would love it if everyone forgot about em. But us Salt Bay Turbos, we keep their memory alive! At least, we used to." said Rolo with reverence.

"Rebel... sharks?" She began to imagine a gang similar to The Dragons, Antonio's old gang. She shuddered. The dragons were such a scary gang. Hopefully, these guys weren't, Corrine thought.

"What did they do? Were they big and scary?!" Corrine gripped onto Rolo's arm.