CH. 2 ~ TWO YEARS LATER
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WOO-HOO! Don't you just love the way the winds washes over your face as you're speeding through traffic? AHH. Let me tell you, over the two years of staying with Gramgram I have changed. Like my whole look and personality, though not too much. I've gotten skinnier, I've gotten tattoos and piercings. I've gotten my tips dyed, and I sure as heck have gotten more confident in the things I do as well as gained things. Like my love for fighting, dancing, art, music, racing, and much more things. As well as the best people on earth - next to my big Den Den and Mikey and Gramgram. I don't take s**t from anyone except for a chosen few.
Enough of that. Speeding through the streets I finally end up at home. To which I am surprised. Seeing as there's a moving truck and Gramgram's putting what I'm guessing is the last of our stuff. Hmmm. Wonder where we're going. "Gramgram, where we going?" "Back to your home place." "But Gramgraaammm, Whyyyyy?" I whined. "Because it seems that your Mother and Father have gotten into a bit of trouble." "What's that got to do with me?" "Well darling, it seems they have threatened to hurt everyone closest to them. If you catch my drift." "WHAT! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE!" "Watch your tone young lady. They won't say but considering the consequences I've taken it upon myself to get the moving started." "Of course. Thank you, but you could have just asked for me to help and I would have helped. But if you're done then let's go." "Actually you'll have to ride one of your vehicles to the new house." "As long as no one sees me it's fine."
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Stopping at the red light, the car stopping next to me was blasting some music. Looking next to me I saw the last face I would have wanted. There he was in his, as hard as it is to say, beautiful red Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat with two thick black stripes going through the middle. OHHHH. Such a beauty. Seeing him and his friends stare at me I noticed their shocked expression. What? Is a girl not allowed to drive a Ducati Diavel 1260? I mean I get it might look weird considering the design, but who doesn't like the Joker with a cool purple and green background. I looked at him with a raised brow, considering he can't see my full face. Thank Goddess for the mouth and nose masks otherwise I would be as good as dead, but then again I doubt he would have recognized me considering my new looks.
Greenlight. Yay. Now I can get away from the creepy stares coming from people surrounding me. Ugh, I hate being stared at. Time to go see ya later peeps. I sped off leaving them to eat my dust. Hahahaha suckers!
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