Artland Series: MINORITY TALENT
Street Rioters

The hot afternoon sun was a thousand times hotter on Elijah's head, especially when the red light at the corner of the crossroads was lit a second before the motorbike he was riding passed through the intersection. He grumbled in disappointment as Keith stopped his motorcycle and waited until the light turned green. For Elijah, one second can be used to escape from the red light.

But that day, Keith, his older brother was riding a motorcycle and he was just piggybacked behind him as a passenger. Elijah hates to be hounded, what else hitchhiked. But that day his motorcycle entered the workshop and he was forced to borrow a motorcycle from his brother to go to school. But her brother objected and offered to take her to school.

The contents of his head had been boiling since the beginning of the journey.

It then nearly exploded when a modified motorcyclist emerged from behind and managed to sneak up on the side of the motorcycle he was riding on. A skinny man with disheveled hair, wearing shredded jeans, sat on top of him playing the gas pedal, showing off the roaring sound of his exhaust-raching. Characteristics of a wild racer, just like Elijah. His heart felt challenged in a vile manner. He must not know who I am, his mind growled. And it's starting to darken the eyes.

Elijah glared in annoyance at the Rider. Reflexes, his legs drifting following his wild instincts, then landing on the shoulder of the Motorcycle Rider beside him. "Whisper, Dog!"

Keith jerks. "Gee!" He stutters trying to prevent Elijah from half rebuking.

The modified motorcycle rider instinctively slammed his motorcycle into the side of the road then stepped closer to Elijah then gripped the Elijah sweater.

In an annoying style, Elijah gets off Keith's motorcycle, and unlocks the helmet.

The biker looked at Elijah in the face, at once he released his grip and then stepped back away from Elijah.

Elijah is a woman. Her real name is Eleazah Van Allent. But he hated his real name. He prefers to introduce himself as Elijah and he prefers to be called El. He does not like to be seen as a woman. That's why he chose STM school, for reasons of school uniforms that do not require students to wear skirts.

The attitude of the motorcyclist who withdrew after knowing himself a woman, clearly offended him who was looking for things. Elijah snatched the collar of the motorcycle rider's planel shirt and pulled him closer.

The motorcyclist gulped. "Gue doesn't want to fight with women" he said.

Elijah growling. "Why am I a girl?"

The motorcyclist insisted on dodging.

But Elijah insisted on fighting.

Keith pulls off his motorcycle and tries to pull Elijah away. But under such circumstances Elijah's energy suddenly increased a thousandfold. Keith was in complete shock.

Unbalanced fights also occurred. The motorcyclist still did not want to fight even though Elijah lunged at him in a row. "Take women for granted? Huh uh?!"

Keith began to be overwhelmed by his sister. This was the first time Keith had witnessed Elijah's riots himself after so long having only heard his story from others. And all that time he couldn't believe his little sister was as bad as people's stories. Now he sees for himself the reality is far worse than just the story. "I'm really disappointed in you, Lea!" Keith grumbled impatiently.

Meanwhile, the crowd began to swarm to watch the incident with uneasy gazes.

This was also the first time Keith had felt humiliated in his entire life. Beaten with grief, Keith chose to leave as soon as possible, leaving his younger sister behind and leaving her in the crowd as a spectacle. He decided to go back home and complain to his parents about it.

Elijah doesn't seem to care. He is still struggling on the body of a motorcyclist who has collapsed and battered but still does not want to fight. He stuck his foot on the man's chest with a sickening look. "Women are battered, what if I'm a man?!" Shouts with pongah.

Without him noticing all those clustered eyes were looking at him with hostile gazes. "Women are you so very much?" Someone in the crowd started to babble.

Elijah turned towards the source of the sound. As soon as he found out who was speaking, he lunged towards the man while shouting, "why you? Huh huh? Not a lo?" He challenged. Make everyone in the crowd squander.

"You want to volunteer, from earlier you are also the same as him," replied the half-old man in front of him while pointing at the man who was lying on the asphalt back.

Some people were seen pulling the sprawled man up and then wiping him to the side of the road.

"How many lives do you have to dare to fuss about everyone?!" Shouted the man in front of Elijah continued.

Elijah turned his gaze back towards the man. "Why not try it?!" Elijah clenched his hands together and approached.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyeballs and sighed in a reluctant manner.

Someone squeezed Elijah's shoulder from behind. Elijah turned around and spontaneously put up the horses.

The face in front of him smiled widely while raising both hands on the side of his head.

Make Elijah stammer.

A tall, broad-shouldered man, looking at him with glittering eyes. The man then lowered his hand and stepped closer towards Elijah. No words of blasphemy came out of his reddened mouth. There was no defiant expression from his snow-white face. Not a single bit of his attitude could provoke Elijah's emotions.

Makes Elijah confused. He watched the man from top to bottom. Then back upstairs.

The man was wearing an all-black shiny outfit that wrapped tightly around his slender body. A pinch of brown wave curl hair detached from her carelessly-coupled hair ties then whipped up covering her finely-mined cheeks. Makes the man look messy at the same time amazing.

It was the first time Elijah had looked at the handsome face of a man in his entire life. The man's looks made her nervous. As if just by looking at him he had already lost heartily without having to fight. Who her? Elijah wondered in his heart.

"Still fighting?" The man asked.

Makes Elijah swallow.

"I'm offering 5000 dollars to experts fighting" he said without further ado. Making everyone in the crowd squeal stifled.

Elijah looked around and then looked back at the man who did not understand.

The man smiled widely again. Makes her look even more stunning. "I have some enemies out there" he explained. "I need a partner to make a little riot." He added while moving his two middle and index fingers to form quotation marks.

"Good!" Someone responded. "The job is indeed suitable for a bastard woman like her," he chanted as he sneered towards Elijah.

Elijah's face was burning when he heard it. However, strangely, he suddenly lost his spirit to fight.

"It's really embarrassing!" Suddenly the noise came from outside the crowd.

Elijah froze as soon as he realized who was coming.

Alanson Van Allent, Elijah's father, thrust into the crowd followed by Keith behind him. The old man glared at him with a disappointed look. Elijah had never seen his father show such a disillusioned attitude today. The old man approached Elijah and stuffed a backpack into Elijah's arms and passed from there without saying anything.

I just got kicked out of the house. Elijah realized. He fell down, not daring to stop his father.

Keith glanced at Elijah at a glance. The spark of unbearable feeling was surged from within him through his gaze.

Elijah returned the gaze with a gesture, "just follow!"

The handsome man in front of Elijah scooted the drama for a while before finally observing Elijah's face, hinting at an invitation message that eventually led Elijah to follow him. Followed by the views of all those who scorned him.