Chapter 1
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The crisp air hit my wet face making a shiver go down my spine. In attempt to keep the tears away I end up scratching my face on the ring my father gave me on my 9th birthday. I remember my 9th birthday like it was yesterday. July 4th the day of my birth, the day my dad decided to take me to the movies. We ended up watching 2 movies that day. That was the best birthday ever. At the end of the day my father gave me the wedding ring he gave my mother before she died. My mother died when I was 6, she was hit by a drunk driver on her way home from the flower shop, my mother was very fond of flowers. At home you would see flowers in every room on every small round table you can find. I never really understood what she saw in flowers. I mean yeah their very nice to look at sometimes, but I never really got the point of smelling flowers. They don't smell like anything to me, the only thing I smell is the sneeze that is about to come up.
I was awoken from thoughts as the last person to see my father in his caskets walk back to there sit. As my dad's bestfriend/ most trusted business partner closed my fathers casket all the tears I have been trying to hold back immediately rushed down my chubby cheeks. I quickly claps my hands together in front of me with my eyes staring at my shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. Stealing a quick glance up at my father's casket that is now descending into the ground I hear myself whisper a quick "I love you" before I even had the chance to realize I had even said it. Quickly wiping my tears and taking a couple of deep breathes I face the crowd of people who came. " Thank you all from taking your time to be hear today. I am truly grateful for your presence on this very dreadful day. You are very welcome to just leave or you stay and mingle if that is what you please." After I finished speaking to everyone one who came, my dad's bestfriends Jorge walked up to my and asked, " Do you want me to drop you off at your house?" " That would be very nice, thank you uncle Jorge", I said. Grabbing my sweater of the back of the chair I sat I made my way to my Uncles black BMW. The car ride was fairly quiet with me just staring out the window watching the trees pass by as we made our way back to my house. I would catch my uncle glance at me once or twice and ask if I was ok. Each time he would ask I would reply with the same broken "I'm ok".
30 minutes later we arrive at my house. As soon the car came a complete stop I made my way out going straight to the front door. Entering the key in the doorknob and walking in I make my way to my room. Entering the room and closing the door I quickly back up against the door and slide down to the ground. As soon as my butt hit the ground I let out the biggest sob I have ever had. After crying nonstop for about 15 mins I decide that it time to shower. Getting up and locking the door, i walk to my closet and find a pair of underwear and a comfy oversize t-shirt to put on. Bringing all my clothes I made my way to the bathroom, cutting on the shower and making the water the perfect temp. for my liking I quick discard my cloths and step in.
After about 20 minutes I step out the shower and wrap my towel around my body. Stepping in front of the mirror above the sink I brush my teeth and wash my face. Putting my hair in a high messy bun, I stared at myself for quiet some time. My usually bright brown eyes are now red and puffy from all the crying I did today. My light brown skin was a little red from the warm water I washed my face with earlier. I quickly blink a couple of times knocking myself out of my thoughts and put on my Pj's. Walking back in my bedroom, I grab my tv remote off my desk and make my way in bed. Flipping through the channels I stop when I see SpongeBob SquarePants is on. Laying the remote next to me in bed, I turn on my side and close my eyes hoping to have sleep quickly find me.
About 20 minutes later I flop on my back deciding that sleep isn't going to be finding me anytime soon. Since were here let me introduce myself. My name is Blake Lakewater. The 14 year old daughter of Drake Lakewater, well known assassin in both the underworld and real world. My father was killed by my now ex bestfriend who now seems to never exits. I on the other hand now live with my dad's bestfriend that I call uncle Jorge. There isn't much you need to know about me expect for the fact that....
I Blake Lakewater hear by vow the downfall of any who dared to put any type of helpful hand in my fathers killing. You might I have thought you won but I promise the is still to come and it name is me.
/// Hi my name is Brooklin and this my first time writing anything. Im pretty sure this sucks already. I'm also sure there are probably a lot of run on sentences or even the wrong usage of commas, but I did try please let me know if this should be continued or just tell me what fix, I would like all the feedback good or bad. Thank You///
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