The Ice Queen

I woke up to the sun shining on my face as I tried to block it out failing miserably, the annoying sound of the alarm went off and I groaned as I got up from my cozy, warm bed. I dragged myself to the washroom and did my daily morning routine. I threw over a black ripped jeans topping it with black round neck labelled f**k OFF and wore my black and white vans, lastly applied lip gloss suiting my small heart lips and eyeliner complementing my ice blue eyes. I let my hair fall almost to my hips sleek straight and jet black. yes, I was the infamous Serene Costello and you might have guessed my favourite colour was black but I liked it because it suited my soul, where are my manners? I am the mafia of the most feared gang 'the Cobras' I had led the gang to that title, even though I feel no remorse whatsoever for whatever I have done to get the title of Satan. I had killed billions in cold blood and have had no remorse at all, after my parents died I went on a killing spree and killed each of the motherfuckers in their own f*****g homes and let their family watch before I killed them off too just like they had except I survived and I wish I wouldn't have. Lost in my own thoughts I glanced at my clock saying that I had 5 mins to reach before I am late, so I jogged down put a warm pop tart in my mouth, thanking my helper Rory as I walked out jingling my Harley's keys before driving off to hell they call high school. I entered the school building which seemed deserted meaning I was late, I dragged myself to my locker grabbed the books I needed and went to my first lesson which was maths and I abso-f*****g-lutely detest maths. I pulled out my phone seeing a thousand messages from Scott anddd hence I knew I was in for an earful. Scott was the only person who truly knew me, we grew up together and he was the only one who had seen me cry and just so you know I dont shed many tears. I walked in while the old man was teaching and he continued knowing it was best not to waste his energy on me. As I sat on my usual seat I felt Scott glaring holes in my side. I gave him a quick smile and his eyes once filled with anger and worry were now replaced by relief. I only go to school because 1) my dad wanted me to and 2) Scott forced me to. I stared out of the window long enough to let sleep consume me.