Part 1: Dark Side

                                    

                                          
Part 1 ( Dark Side )
                          
There are so many discourd in our group recently, “ Boixos Nois”, this name had been exist before I was born. A crowd which support a football team named FC Barcelona in a hard way. The members of this group aren’t much, at least in our district just left about less than fifty.  Some of them was caught by the police, or they just quit because several excuses. 
                          
I am a little piece of this group, one and only girl or I should say I am the only thing left of four girls who had ever together with me. First was Carla, she passed away after a terrible riot in Madrid two years ago against the opposite called Ultras Sur, supporter of Real Madrid, our rival. The second one was Amanda, the girl never came back after his father dragged her from our save house. Next was Sylvia, she married to a cop who has arrested us after a riot in Sevilla a couple months ago. The last one is me, one and only, Rosella Roberto. 
                          
Since I was kid, I’ve never really knew about my parents, they were divorced when I was pretty young. Bastian told me that he was twelve. He took me away from or house when our Dad almost hurt me with a knife.  We Lived not in a comfortable place since that time, not under the warmth blanket, from one gank to another, we lived in a drugs cartel,  at least I have lived in a whore house with my brother . several weeks after we ran away from our house, I heard that our mother was murdered by Dad, and of course he arrested and buried at prison.
                          
 Until now, my life wasn’t good as it supposed to. I mean, people sometimes moving on, they might be so pity several times ago, and now they are living in a nice apartment or somehow, but us… yeah, we just live in a small apartment and still in a bad place. Bastian works as a mechanic for ships, and I… work as, how I am gonna say this, I am actually enjoying work as a waiters in a night club. 
                          
Beside, Surely I am a part of a hooligan supporters which I mentioned at the beginning, and sometimes I got money from it. A conductor at the game, the leader for giving the “pom-pom” or whatever people want to say. And sometimes I also made people gath in a certain place for rebellion.  
                          
This crowd appeared like ghost, there’s no special card for the member of these people,  because this supporter isn’t kind of legal group and confessed by FC Barcelona. People knew us as Boixos Nois, a crowd of people who support the club till die. We support them with our way, not in a common way, registered as the member, then getting multifunctional cards, and if they’re lucky, they will get some free access for several public facilities. We didn’t need those anyway, and I am so happy for this, supporting FC Barcelona with unusual way, this what I supposed to be. We supporting the club such as we are supporting our land, we aren’t standing for other fan clubs, because we are Boixos Nois. 
                          
Bastian, my brother is a leader of Boixos Nois in our district. He has got the title since the last chief, Rodriguez  was arrested because he throwed the rocks to training center of FC Barcelona. Helping by Paulo, he worked very hard and did his best during his time as the leader. Paulo was one of bachelor candidates of  IT major in a Frankfurt University, but the guy felt that what he did in university was useless. For him, to do some works, he shouldn’t pay so much money. Meanwhile he tought that his college always has excuses to get money from his parents.  His role in the group ?,  uhmm… he frequently hacked some websites, I even didn’t remember the name anyway. He insisted that what was he doing always legal. He just doesn’t like if people called him as hacker, he prefers  called as an ‘intruder’. Beside that, he creates some sophisticated stuffs which always he adored mostly, and well… those stuff sometimes help the group, and I always consider his inventions are mostly weird.
                          
And the time when Julian came to our group, he was a traitor of his old club, Atletico Madrid. If it wasn’t because Paulo, he never joined to Boixos Nois in the district because Bastian never accepted him. For Bastian, the one who ever bertrayed a club, he would do the same in the future. Meanwhile I trust Julian, although he never told me the reason why did he leave the old group. And we were close recently.