The Singer's City

Mr. Ash Purdy was a goofy dude. I knew him, too, because of Jinxx. He had shoulder-length black hair and a clean-shaven face, same as everyone else.
"Epril, girly! How you been?" He asked, smiling his goofy grin. I punched him on the shoulder, laughing.
"I came here for guidance, not mocking!" I sat in the wheely chair he had mistakenly left unattended. When he tried to sit on me, I was ready with a foot that ended up on his butt. He stood up with exaggerated exclamations of pain. He rubbed his backside.
"I just need you to sign a few papers," he said, tossing me a stack of papers. I pilfered a pen from his cup and signed paper after paper, barely bothering to read them. I left some on the desk, and took the rest because Jinxx was my guardian, and needed to sign some.
"See you later, Purdy man." We bumped fists and I started walking home.
I was listening to music when I heard a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see some dude with slicked blond hair saying something. I couldn't hear him over my music, and according to his cackling, I didn't want to. I just punched him in the face and resumed walking, ignoring his screams as he clutched his bleeding nose. I smirked.
"This fag ain't takin no crap from anyone."

Notes

Short chapter for now.