- Ambrosia -

blood red

i groaned as i was awoken by a very loud ringing noise that of course is coming from my phone. stumbling out of bed and and cursing every russian swear word known to man under my breath i finally locate where i left my stupid phone after last night.

i glance over at myself in my full length mirror that's mounted to the wall, i look absolutely horrible. smudged makeup everywhere, blood red lipstick all over my white tee and all over my gorgeous cream bedsheets, my hair is all kinds of fucked up and i'm wearing a black little lacy thong with a large hoodie covering most of my exposed milky skin. "of course" i mutter to myself.

memories from last night start to seep through the cracks of my very pretty head. speaking about pretty i understand i haven't fully described myself yet, well then, let me. my names katerina rifero, i'm russian, i love cars and guns and motorcycles more than anything on gods green earth, i have silky blonde hair that sprawls above my boobs, it was longer when i was younger but then i decided to cut it last summer. i have icy blue eyes and a glare that could penetrate through tons of steel.

 i'm hot, i know it and so does everyone else. well at my old school at least, after getting kicked out of middleston high for getting into multiple fights, and setting a girls hair on fire(that was the final straw for them) my parents decided that they had enough with my antics and sent me to some rich fancy boarding school.

not that i really mind because i'm so glad i'm finally getting to leave this lame ass town. you'd thinking having a millionaire father would mean living under the bright lights of new york city or somewhere cut out for all the rich business men, but no. my family and i reside in a small town in illinois. the peace was always nice but that fucking town would be the end of me, same pissy whores and ugly guys everyday, i'm just glad i'm leaving.

the creak of my sleek grey door opening startles me and pulls my head out of my ass. "what the hell happened to you" my mother blurts out with her thick russian accent following a little chuckle. my mom was always very sweet to me, i loved her. BUT, there's always a but, she wanted to me to grow up as a mommy's little girl, all feminine and playing with dolls, cooking, baking etc but no.

 instead i was in the garage learning how to change car oil, or in the boxing ring training my life away, she'd like to say. her expression always made me laugh. i guess i just always grew up a daddies girl, or grandpas girl i should say.

it wasn't always like that though, after my grandfather passed my dad just buried himself in work, everyday work, every holiday, work. the man was a workaholic. i'm so grateful for everything i have, but couldn't he could take a break for a week? live his life and enjoy the time he has with his family? 

my grandfather taught me everything, we'd fish together, hunt together, fix cars, he even taught me how to shoot and fight. usually my dad would follow along but of course since my grandfathers death, i rarely see him anymore, and if anything it's just a 20 second phone call. at least i can hear his voice.

"hello...? your driver is picking you up in 20 minutes be ready by then." my mother said as she gently closed my door. once again breaking me out of my thought trail i smiled gently as i walked into my bathroom and got ready for the day.

 i untangled the horrid mess on my head and made myself look presentable since today was the day i was leaving home, and i wasn't coming back for a year.

with my suitcases all packed and ready to go, i observe my room for the last time. it's honestly pretty large, with a balcony that has the view of a small creek surrounded by large evergreen trees. i forgot to mention, my house is pretty large and is sprawled out on the edge of a forest, far away from our "city" or 6 restaurants, a small mall, and like 7 buildings . feels more appropriate, i wouldn't dare call that a city, perks of  living in a boring town i guess.

anyways back to my room, my walls are a greyish cream, my bed frame is black and my sheets are a nice soft cream. there's a desk tucked away in the corner followed by a lamp and my walk in closet. cant forget the nirvana and lana del rey posters scattered over the wall above my bed.

i sigh and close my door, this is it. to new beginnings kat, to new beginnings.