Twelve years later
Blake
I woke up to the sound of my alarm ringing and I got ready for another day called hell in my head. I don't see why I have to go to school still, it wouldn't benefit me, but my mother thinks I should keep pushing it has to do with life.
She already planned my future before I started breathing, and was a destiny planner. But she was all I had left.
I took a quick and cold shower and got ready, deciding to dress in black and khaki. That way mum wouldn't complain about my dark look. She wanted me to be normal but not like the kids out there, I was different, I was born to kill and take charge. f**k honesty.
I descend the stairs struggling to hold my backpack on one shoulder. I stumble on Mum, Ro, and Uncle Tony having breakfast, well in this house breakfast me
