HER LIFE

New Day

Valentina's Pov

Whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house (hol' up)
I said certified freak, seven days a week
Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo! (Ah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy

Beat it up, n1gga, catch a charge 
Extra large and extra hard
Put this pussy right in yo' face
Swipe your nose like a credit card
Hop on top, I want a ride
I do a kegel while it's inside
Spit in my mouth, look at my eyes
This pussy is wet, come take a dive

I was in the middle of a dance, my hips swaying in rhythm to the music that blared from my speakers. The room seemed to pulse with the beat, and I was lost in the moment, feeling the freedom and joy that came with every move. Then, without warning, the music cut off. Silence fell like a heavy blanket, and I stopped, spinning around in frustration to see who dared interrupt my moment of bliss.Standing there, with a stern and slightly annoyed expression, was my dad.

"Really? Again with this song?" he said, crossing his arms as if this was something we had been through a thousand times before.

I shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "Ummm... yeah," I replied, stretching the last word out."How many times do I have to tell you not to listen to that song?" he asked, his tone laced with irritation.

"And how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not gonna listen to you, old man?" I shot back, flashing a mischievous grin.

He huffed, like a kid who wasn't getting his way. "I am not that old!"I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

He looked at me with mock indignation, but then his expression softened. "Anyway, I came to tell you to get your ass up and get ready."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why?" I asked, genuinely puzzled."It's your first day of school... again," he reminded me.

"Ugh. Do I have to?" I groaned, knowing what he would say but hoping for a different answer."Yes. Now get moving," he said with finality.

"Ugh, fine," I muttered, throwing my hands up in defeat. "Get out, I need to get ready."He left the room, and I sighed, staring at my reflection in the mirror for a moment. 

Okay, so you're probably wondering what he meant by *again*. Well, about two weeks ago, I got suspended from my previous school. Not just me—my best friends, Marcella and Massimo Ivano, got the boot too. Why, you ask? Well, we might have... I don't know... beaten up some students and, uh, blown up the principal's car. It's a long story, but let's just say we had our reasons.

So, today's the day I start fresh at a new school. And yeah, Marcella and Massimo are coming with me.

I hopped into the shower, the hot water soothing my nerves as I thought about what lay ahead. After shampooing my hair, I stepped out, wrapping myself in a towel as I wandered into my closet. Time to pick an outfit. 

After a bit of deliberation, I settled on a sleek black outfit that hugged my curves just right, with my hair falling in loose waves to my shoulders. I glanced in the mirror and smiled at my reflection.

"Damn, I look hot," I said to myself, smirking as I admired my handiwork.Downstairs, my dad was waiting for me at the kitchen table. "Good morning, papa," I greeted him sweetly.

"Good morning, my little devil," he responded with a grin.We sat down to eat breakfast, but I could tell he was watching me closely. You're probably wondering where my mom is in all of this, right? Well, I don't have one. I'm adopted. But no, I don't care. Blood or not, my dad treats me like I'm his own, and that's all that matters.

After finishing my breakfast, I stood up, grabbed my bag, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Bye, dad. Love you," I said."Love you too. Be good," he called after me as I walked out the door.I headed outside to where my baby waited for me. He was beautiful—sleek, fast, and everything I could ever want. I know, I'm talking about my car, but hey, he deserves it. I slid into the driver's seat, fired up the engine, and felt the power beneath me as I sped down the road.

A short drive later, I pulled up to the mansion where Marcella and Massimo lived. They were standing outside, waiting for me as usual."Bitch, what the hell took you so long?" Massimo asked, crossing his arms with a mock glare."Shut up, hoe, I was getting ready," I shot back, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, well, you still look ugly as hell," Marcella chimed in, smirking."Oh, shut up, bitch," I retorted, laughing. "Let's just go."The three of us piled into our cars, the engine roaring to life . We sped off towards school, the looming building we affectionately referred to as *hell*.When we arrived, all eyes were on us as we parked. The whispers started almost immediately, and I couldn't help but smirk. Let them stare.

As we stepped out of the car, I could feel the weight of everyone's eyes. Worship me, bitches, I thought with a smug grin. We walked towards the office to pick up our schedules, and as luck would have it, Marcella, Massimo, and I had all our classes together—except for math, which I was surprisingly good at. Don't ask me how. I couldn't explain it if I tried.

The day was just beginning, and I could already feel the familiar buzz of excitement mixed with a little dread. Another school, another chance to make a name for ourselves. And trust me, we would."Let the games begin," I muttered under my breath, half-serious, half-sarcastic.Marcella nudged me. "Ready for round two?"I smiled, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. "Always."

We walked through the halls like we owned the place, which, in a way, we did. This school didn't know what was coming.And I couldn't wait to show them.

So I am editing my chapter because I wrote them like shit before.

Hope you like it!!!!!!