Well, where can I start? I'm Freya-May Lawrence, I'm the oldest daughter of Johnny Laurence, yes THE Johnny Lawrence, the one that got Crane kicked in the face by Daniel LaRusso. But that's in the past... well, not so much for my dad. Anyway, let me tell you a bit about myself.
I've been in contact with my dad ever since I was a baby, my mum never missed and opportunity to remind him he has a child. When I was about five my dad started teaching me Karate. While, my mum... didn't accept, so I got taught music the other half of the time, that included; Piano, Violin, Guitar and Vocal training. I've pretty much played and sung at every major 'beach people' event. I love music, it's always been a passion, but to be honest I love Karate more, I've loved it since the very first punch, or the first Quiet dad yelled.
Anyway, my school life is pretty simple, I'm a rich kid so I'm popular, not bullied. But, I'm not an asshole either. I don't really hang out with the popular group, I hang round with my actual friends, Demetri and Eli, everyone calls them nerds and various other names. I always defend them when someone decides to pick on them, well, I try my best to. They're cool to me, they're my best friends and I love them more than anything, I just hate how they're treated.
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We've got one day of summer holiday, so I decide to get in my car and go down to dads, I normally clean his place up a bit, I don't know why I do it, but I just want to make it a bit easier on him. Once I pull up to his, I get out my car, lock it and go to his doors, I knock on the door and wait a minute, he doesn't answer, I pound at the door
"Dad!" I'm suddenly caught off by someone speaking
"He left." I turn round getting ready to guard when all of a sudden I see it's just a new guy, about my age, I put my guard down and nod
"Oh, thanks. Uhm, Are you new?" He nods and steps forward
"Yeah, I'm Miguel." He puts his hand out, I tuck my hair behind my ear and smile
"I'm Freya." I shake his hand, he looks up at dads door than me
"Can I ask who my neighbour is to you?" I nod
"Yeah, it's fine. He's my dad. He's Uhm, a bit lazy, so I come round every once and a while to just clean a little, sometimes buy him so better food than the shit he eats." I chuckle slightly, he smiles
"That's really nice of you." I debate
"Yeah, but when he's a fifty-one year old man and don't know how to take care of himself, it gets annoying." He chuckles
"Well, uhm, would you like some help." I think for a minute
"Not to be rude, but it's not the best idea." He gives me a bright smile
"It's okay, I'll see you later?" I smile
"Yeah, see you later." We both smile at each other, I get my keys out of my pocket, turn to the door and unlock it, as soon as I open the door I get a width of beer, I groan and look the mess all over the floor and sides
"For fuck sake. He's drinking more and more every month." I close the door behind me and begin to clean up a bit. After about an hour I finally finish, I leave, lock the door and get in my car
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In the morning, I get into a black spaghetti strap crop top, with black ripped jeans, a dark brown belt, black 2 inch heels and a black, white and brown plaid print drop shoulder jacket, I quickly grab my bag and run downstairs, mum look at me
