The Daughters Urge To Kill Book 1

My name is Kayla Armstrong and this is my story. I was 14years of age when my family was slaughtered by a couple of people and I intend to find them even if it's the last thing I do on this earth. I was a African American girl with a Indian look, I had a fair complexion, dark blue eyes, and red hair. my mom was an Indian, my dad was an west Indian,My family was never the bad type of people my mom was a doctor and dad was a ceo of a company that was doing quite well, but nothing could prepare me for the day I found out the unfortunately information I found out. My brother went to a primary school 5 minutes away from home and I went to a high school 15 mins away from home so I would pick up my little brother every afternoon and bring him to school every morning, I don't understand why anyone would want to bring harm to us. On the day of the traumatic event it was almost midnight and I was in my room watching television, then all of a sudden my dad burst in my room and placed me in a tinny space built exactly for me, heard my mom screaming my little brothers name I tried to break free cause it seemed I was locked in, the room was a tight space but enough space to breathe I had a 3 bottles of water and I had a large bag of chips I heard my dad tell them something before they killed my mom the g*n shot echoed in my ears causing me to squeal u heard some break in my room I stayed as still as possible and it wasn't in vain, I saw there faces very vividly but I remember the features, the person who seemed to be the leader had a light complexion with African American hair with the language. After my family died I went to live with my grandmother across town she was an elderly lady respect by everyone. I still went to school but I didn't pay attention I would always gaze through the window, I also became very depressed and acted harsh and cold towards people so I was kinda a loner and no one ever talk to me if they did it would always end up in fights and they would be either in the hospital or with a broken limb so I never had friends. In life a mafia boss was all I could think about to get my revenge on the people who killed my parents. Now I am 15 years old and my grandmother is still by my side. She is the pride and joy in my life right now the only person I have alive although she is 78 years old. Her birthday is 2 days away and I want to do something special for her, So I am planning a little party for her with the help of the community members. one day to go for this party we have decorations, a cake, ice cream and other party supplies. It's the big day, The party of my grandmother. I am so excited and it's not even my birthday. I really hope she likes it I spent 1 week preparing this party. We went onto the lawn and set the stuff up because she was out visiting some one so we quick made the lawn look wonderful and as we were finish 5 minutes after my grandmother came home I told everyone to hide and brother her to the lawn around the back of the house. She was so happy that she started to cry. told everyone thank you and we had a wonderful time for about an hour then a shoot out began if I remember clearly the clothes there where wearing was the same clothes they wore the day they kill my family but instead of following them I ensured all the elders were inside down low will the help of some of the young people of the community. I really hope they don't come to this community again there going to wish they didn't come.