Criminal VS. Criminal || мαℓιк

1. First Day Of School

First Day Of School

   I pulled my brown hair back, sweeping it to one side of my shoulder. As I walked along the streets, I realized it was three in the morning. I walked through the cold night air, fearing nothing at all. Nothing scares me. Not- 

   Holy mother of Abraham Lincoln. What was that rustle in those bushes? I'd say it sounded suspicious but, then I'd get curious about it. I walked towards the bush, my black combat boots pattering against the cement. I nudged the bush with my toe. My heart hammered as it started rustling again. And then it came out.

   By it, I mean a grey bunny. 

   Forgetting that, I continued my walk through the neighborhood. If the police caught me, they wouldn't care. I am nineteen years-old. I have the right to walk around the streets at three in the morning. Turning the corner, I spotted my house.

   Wiping the blood off my knuckle one last time, I opened the door. It was silent. I crept down the stairs, watching my father and a man stare at each other. Ignoring the tension in the room, I placed the garbage bag of drugs on the table.

   "The Tilts said sorry for not sending you it," I say, placing one hand on the table. I lean against it, eyeing the man next to me. Dad nods, looking into the bag. A satisfied look passes over his face. Then he looks at me. Then my knuckles.

   "I see you taught them a lesson, Max," He chuckles, gesturing towards my bloody knuckles. I nod my head, remembering the events from earlier today. I had left the house at ten and returned at three. Business takes a long time.

   "Head to bed, kiddo. You have your first day of school tomorrow," Dad says. I nod, doing our secret handshake before leaving. I nod at the man, who smirks. Disgusted, I make my way upstairs. I climb up the stairs to my bed. My room was smaller than our bathroom. Yet, I've lived in it for the past ten years.

   You might be wondering who I am and why I was afraid of a bunny earlier.

   Let's start with the basics. My name is Maxxon Avery Chase. My parents thought I was going to be a boy when I was born. Too bad, so sad. They ended up adding the name Avery in to show people I was indeed a female.

   My mother died when I was eight years-old. She died in an airplane crash after her business meeting in China. My father wasn't the man he is now. He used to be happy. He never wanted me to do drugs. But the day we found out my mother died, that was the first thing he turned to.

   My mother's death caused pain for me the most. I was bullied through my first couple years in school. I always turned to my mother, who would comfort me all the time. When she left, I took my anger out on the stupid kids who bullied me in the first place.

   I don't do as many drugs as my father. I only smoke once in a while. My mother never wanted me to do anything that could cause me harm. So, I did as she wished and did the smallest thing I could do. By no, smoking was a hobby.

   I go to school as a seventeen year-old girl. All those people actually believe I'm seventeen because of my fabulous appearance. That was the only way I could stay with my dad without the police getting suspicious. Like every other school, my school has all those cliche groups.

   Where do I fit in?

   Easy, the bad ass group everyone respects and are afraid of. I, myself, am the head of that group. Only totally awesome people can be on that group. They all know my dad is the guy who owns the best drug dealership in London. They just don't know my age.

   And that pretty much covers the basics. And everything else. I'm not sure just yet. Let me take out my long list of 'the basics.' Lets see, name. Check. Age. Check. School. Check. Tragic story that is supposed to make my life messed up. Check. And that's it. Wait, no.