Red riding hood

I was walking down the hallway averting my gaze from anyone who would look at me I always would wear baggy clothes especially hoodies that would hide my face well "Ew,why won't she take her hoodie off."I heard whispers "I don't know,but I think she's ugly." "They said she once killed a guy who took her hoodie off." "No way! I heard that she's a murderer,." "Nah she's probably ugly."I heard snickers but didn't mind I never did,they would all run if they knew who I was Everyone has secrets but mine were dark My life was far from perfect,it was f****d up My dad would train me everyday,i knew how to use a gun,i knew how to fight,hell I even killed people My dad f****d up his innocent little girl,my mom was no different,,they never showed any affection or love  But thought me to be a stone-cold killer,i was pressured to do things i didn't want to do It wasn't the prefect childhood I was the only heir to the throne,my life evolved around the Mafia world I couldn't take it anymore So I left,i ran for my life And here I am now,i want to be a doctor and help people,not some mafia queen and kill people I had to start afresh,and started wearing baggy clothes so no one would notice me,i would always ignore them at school,i really couldn't care less about their remarks I was just known as a freak wearing a hoodie