Plot:
Ink and Chris are racist rebels in high school. They have
their gangs and peers. Chris is in the states and Ink is from Thailand. Their
lives overlap when Ink is forced to leave Thailand and enters the high school
where Chris is.
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Do things happen for a reason? Or are we just randomly
rambling on Earth? Does God really have a plan for all of us? Or is it all just
a lie? Do people we meet or things we do have any impact on the course of our
lives? Do they even matter? Are they significant? Or are they not? Is it fate
or just a fucking coincidence? These are questions that people ask themselves
everyday and no one seems to have an answer.
Chris is a white racist rebellious kid in a high school,
living in the center of the world, Manhattan, New York. He thinks he owns the world and no one can
touch him. He wanders around school, asking for people’s money. He doesn’t give
a fuck what anyone thinks of him whether it’s his teachers, classmates, his
beloved gang peers, or his family. He is invincible.
Everyone is scared of Chris. No one would dare to touch him,
talk back to him, or even look at him in the eyes. When Chris asks for
something, they would do anything in their power to get whatever Chris wants.
They will beg, lie, or even steal for Chris. Because they know what they’ve got
themselves into if they don’t do what Chris says. A fucking brutal beating. And
this is how whites escape a beating from Chris and his gang. But this is not
the case for those little midget Asians that turn up to school with glasses and
books everyday at school.
Chris hates Asians. No one knows why and no one asks him
about it. He hates everything about Asians. He hates the fact that they go Ching
Chong Ling Long Ting Tong at each other. He hates the fact that they have tiny
slanted eyes. He hates the facts that they eat rice. He hates the fact that
they don’t speak English. He hates every fucking thing about them.
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“Who the fuck do they think they are? They all fucking come
to our country and make it their own. And everybody likes them. They act like
they care about school but all they really want is our girls with tight Asian
pussies, those white motherfuckers,” Ink expresses his hatred for white people
in his little high school in Bangkok, Thailand, while passing a cigarette to
one of his gang friends in a toilet during a lunch break.
“What the fuck are you looking at? Got a problem? Piss off
and don’t tell the teachers or I’ll fucking kill you,” a kid walked into the
toilet surprised to see five of his classmates smoking and drinking alcohol. Like
Chris, Ink is the king of his school. He beats up little kids and steals their
money. He sneaks in cigarettes and alcohol every now and then. He doesn’t give
a shit what his teachers or parents think of him. He is invincible.
Everyone is scared of Ink and his peers. When Ink comes to
school, everyone makes way for him. They will stop whatever the heck they’re
doing and just stand still because they are so fucking scared something will
happen to them. “Whoops, sorry bro, didn’t see you there,” Ink intentionally
pushed a 9th grader down while walking to his morning class and
laughing his ass off.
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Chris and Ink are like the same person. They are racist.
They beat up everyone at school. They don’t care what anyone thinks. They are
the leader of their respective gangs. And everyone is scared of them including
their teachers, gang friends, or even parents.
But there are two big differences between them. First, Chris is in New
York City and Ink is on the other side of the world, Bangkok.
The second difference
is their parents. Even though both their parents don’t give two shits about
them anymore, they still give them a bed to sleep on until they are 18 and go
off on their own. But all this is about to change now. Ink is 16 years old,
into his 11th grade in high school, and his parents have had enough.
They can’t wait two more years until Ink turns 18. They
can’t tolerate him going around torturing everyone and hurting everyone around
him anymore. So they decide to send him to the place he hates the most, where
he will change, learn, and find out how lucky he is to be among friends and
family. And that place is America, a country full of white people. They hope
America will discipline Ink and return him as a changed kid who got his
priorities straight.
“What the fuck mum? I don’t want to go to that shithole.
What if I get killed and hanged by those white niggers? Don’t you care about me
anymore? Aren’t I still your only child? Fucking hell, this is utter
bullshit. Why do you have to torture me
like this? FUCK,” so there he was, swearing, crying, and screaming his hearts
out, on his way to a great adventure in a land far far away crowded with the
type of people he hates the most.
It’s a freezing morning when Ink arrives in the center of
the world, New York City. The airport is busy as usual. People are walking in
their own pace, with earphones plugged into their ears, not caring about anyone
else and almost walking to each other from times to times. Middle aged men are
walking around with their winter jackets slash suits, always looking like they
are late for work or probably having a bad day at the office.
So Ink calls for a taxi at the airport, heading to the
address on a piece of paper his parents gave him. “Oi, fuck off. I was first,”
Ink stepped into the cab. “To east side community school, and please hurry I’m
late for my school interview”
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“Can you please stop now? What am I going to tell my
parents? I’m bleeding,” cried an Asian student while suffering from a wicked
beating from one of Chris’s gang members. Yes, that’s right. Chris doesn’t like
to get his hands dirty. He doesn’t want to talk, touch or have anything to do
with those Asians. But he loves seeing them in torture. “Eh! That’s enough. Are
you fucking stupid. We’re just torturing him no trying to fucking kill him.
What if I get in trouble or in jail for that matter? Use your brains for fuck’s
sakes.”
“I heard there’s this new Asian coming to our school
tomorrow,” Chris closes the toilet door leaving the Asian helpless on the
ground. “Yeah, fresh meat everyone, be ready to get your hands on him. He
thinks he can just come to our country and make it his own? He fucking made the
wrong decision. I’ll teach him a lesson he will never forget”
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It was during class that Chris and Ink met. “Mr………uhmm,
sorry I can’t pronounce that. Anyway, this is Ink everybody. Make him feel
welcome,” Ms Mansfield, English teacher, checks the roll. “I sure will,” Chris
turns to his peer then looks at Ink like a piece of meat he’s going to eat for
lunch. Ink looks back and maintains the eye contact for a while. ‘Got a
problem? You’re mine, white boy,’ Ink thinks inside. They both don’t know what
they’re in for. They’re about to meet a brother from another mother.
The staring doesn’t stop. Whenever Ink and Chris meet, or
whenever they’re in class together, they keep staring at each other. It’s a
fight waiting to happen. Ink has had enough of it. Ink can’t tolerate being
stared by Chris and his pussy friends anymore. He can’t take it anymore. “Come
meet me at lunch in front of the toilet,” Ink decides to do something about it
to end this once and for all. “And come alone, don’t bring your puppets with
you”
Chris doesn’t hesitate for one second. He is sick and tired
of Ink’s Asian face. So there they are, in front of the toilet, taking it out
on each other. “So what’s your problem, huh? You keep staring at me like I’m a
piece of meat,” Ink starts off first stating his curiosity. “Well, I do
everything with a reason. And the reason I keep staring at you is I fucking
hate you. I fucking hate you and all you people. You fucking come here and make
our country yours. Who the fuck do you think you are”
“You hate me? Well, so do I,” Ink takes the first shot right
in Chris’ eye. Chris turns red and starts punching back. “Fight, everyone,
fight,” a schoolgirl shouts at the top of her lungs to get everyone’s attention
so they will come and watch this race war. All the Asians scream Ink’s name and
the locals scream Chris’ name. While the two keep punching and kicking and
tackling. This is a race war.
“Sir, there is a fight going on in front of the toilet in
the food hall,” The principle’s assistant, quickly told her boss after hearing
the news by the school’s janitor. The principle ran to the food hall, furious,
to see what the heck is going on in his prestigious school. “What the hell is
going on here? Keep eating your lunch or you will all get a detention,” everyone
stops screaming and quietly walks away to their tables.
But the two doesn’t stop
fighting. They are still throwing punches. Blood is everywhere, both from Ink
and Chris. The principle does not believe what is happening in front of him. He
is shocked. “Gentleman!,” The principle angrily screamed at Ink and Chris.
Silence. Both of them stopped punching. They look up and the furious principle
and slowly stand up.
“You are both suspended. My school does not need racist
people like you two. Before you go away and leave my school. You have a
detention together. You will be locked up for three hours together and you
better sort your problems out. When you come back, I do not ever want to see
this happen again.”
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The door is shut. The windows are sealed. Ink and Chris are
locked up in a cage with the people they both hate the most. There is no way to
escape. They must sit there for three hours with nothing to do and no one to
talk to. 5 minutes have passed. 7 minutes have passed. Time doesn’t seem to be
on their side. “So, what’s your name?,” Chris throws out the first conversation
out of boredom after sitting there for 10 minutes. He can’t believe what he is
doing, talking to an Asian guy. But there he is, talking to Ink.
“The name’s Ink,” Ink answered. “What the heck kind of name
is Ink,” Chris asks curiously. What the heck kind of name is Chris?” “Chris is
a pretty common name, a boring one even. My parents probably ran out of ideas
when they named me.” “Well everyone in my country has a nickname. So they
wouldn’t have to call each other by their long first names. I guess that
answers that.”.
“So where are you from?” Chris finds himself curious about
Ink’s background. “I’m from Bangkok, Thailand. You know where that is, right?” “yeah,
yeah I do. I’ve seen that Tony Jaa movie. What is it called again?” “Ong bak,”
Ink replied. “Yeah yeah Ong bak, I loved that movie.” I love Thai food too. Oh
man, I love Tom Yum goong, I’m hungry already.”
Thirty minutes have passed and they are talking like old
buddies. They completely ignored the fact that the person they’re talking to is
the type of people they hate the most. “You got a girlfriend, Chris? You’ve
probably banged all them chicks out there eh? Leave some for me yeh?” “hahaha,
yeah sure why not. It’s easier said than done though. With all the girls going
crazy for me and all” “Fuck you,hahaha”
One hour has passed. They talked about all the girls they
did to the kids they fucked up until Chris touches on a serious subject for
once. “Hey Ink” “Yeah?” “I’m sorry for all the things I did and said” “I
realize now that I was being a fuckhead” “The same goes for me, Chris” You are
not a bad guy at all. Heck I even like you now.”
“It’s just that the world tells us we are not meant to be
together, talk together, or be friends. Fuck them, I don’t give a shit about
what they say anymore. I will do things I want to do and talk to the people I want
to talk to,” Ink expressed his feelings and thoughts. “I thought it was hip and
call to hate on Asians. But truth is, you guys are just normal people. Just like
white people, there are bad people and bad people. Everything has its ups and
downs. Nothing is perfect,” Chris took his turn.
“Right on man, I completely agree with you. Some goes for the
blacks, gays and lesbians, they are what they are man. We have no right to hate
them.” “Time’s up, boys. I hope you two sort things out between each other and I
hope I won’t have to see something like this happen again in my school.
Otherwise, you will be expelled. Now go home, and come to school in 2 weeks
time,” the principle dismissed Chris and Ink.
“You got any plans for your two week holidays bro? We could
hang out sometime, you know. I was just thinking we could both beat some people
up or something like that?” “Bro, it’s on. What do you think about beating old
people man? I’m so sick of my parents, I have to take it out on someone” “Same
here man. Just tell me the time and place and I’ll be there.” “We’ll smoke some
weed too yeh?” “Fuck yeah”
Almost
everything you do in life is insignificant. Most days of the year are
unremarkable. They begin and they end, with no lasting memories made in
between. Most days have no impact whatsoever on the course of your life. This
event is a significant one for Chris and Ink; one that changed the person they are, and one that
they will remember until the last breath they take in life.
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