Bloody Roses

Chapter 1 :)

Let's start on the hottest day of the summer in 1996 that was the day I was born. I am talking a hundred and twenty degrees; this made no one happy. Three weeks had barely passed when I was shipped out to the countryside to live with my grandpa. I was always told that this eviction had some good reasons behind it then why didn't my twin sister get evicted too. The good reason that I was told was that I drove my mother beyond the point of tears. Here is the real kicker the only person that I was even remotely calm and quiet was for my grandpa, so I moved. As time passed, I grew into a responsible wild child. How could I be responsible and wild at the same? The responsible part comes into play when my grandfather was around and the wild part was the characteristic that stood out to everyone else. To be honest, I also know for my short temper and a unique fighting style. There was a myth, which I have disproven, which was the best fighters were lacking in the brain cell department. No one would believe that I was the leader of the toughest gang on the side of the city as well as one of the top ten national scholar students. Then one day my easy life in the country changed for better or worse, who could really say. That day was the day that my grandpa decided that it was okay to leave me all on my own and go to the castle in the clouds. Of course hearing the news that her father had passed away, my mother decided that it was time for me to move in with her. The place I would never truly belong was my only option, so I moved. If living with my mom was not awkward enough, I found out that three years ago, she had remarried and started a new family. The only thing that allowed me to keep my mind from going all to pieces was the plan that I would not be a dependent and start making my own way in the world. There is the background info that was needed, now begins the real story.

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The sound of my alarm clock torn through my room at 4 A.M, I decide to keep that stupid thing set to my work schedule. I thought that maybe I could get in an hour or so of training. But my bed is so cozy, warm and very welcoming, I didn't want to get out. I rolled onto my back, so I could fall back asleep who cares about training. However, it was no use, with a sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of my bed, still not ready to get up and moving. Slowly and carefully I allowed my toes to touch the wooden floor of the icebox called my room. I launched myself towards my closet. After that stunt when I finally stood still I slump over in a dizzy spell. A couple minutes passed and I finally had enough strength to stand up again. Not thinking I began rummaging around for my school uniform until it struck me, that I don't have a uniform anymore. Wow, I actually get to decide what I am going wear, yeah! What to wear? What to wear? I quickly made a choice that my outfit would be a simple pair of black skin-tight skinny jeans and a tight crimson red crop top. I love that I finally get to dress in something that I would be able to fight in and something I don't have to have to worry about what some guy would be seeing as I kicked his face in.

The moment I finished laying out my outfitted, I slid down the staircase rail and dashed into the room that was decorated to be my new Dojo, which had a cherry red wood floors and a light cream colored walls. All the walls were completely blank except a single wall with a large projection of a digital clock. I still have an hour and forty - five minutes left to warm up and train. At five fifty- five, I hopped up the stairs where I quickly rinsed off and quickly threw on the clothes I set out. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, even with the recent haircut I got it still touched the top of my hips. On the way to the stairs to the stairs, I grabbed my backpack and riding gear. I can't wait to show off my baby. Oh yeah, as I slid back down the railing again, I yelled, " Rachel, get up or you will be late for school. I am leaving in five minutes. Remember your gear if you are riding with me," although she has probably been up for hours and now was studying. As grabbed a special k bar for breakfast, she gracefully comes down the stairs. She was, of course, wearing a simple white dress and white flats. Gosh, she was really beautiful and innocent. No one would believe that we were twins because of how different our personalities were.