Alessandra is the Mafia Princess of the Italian Mafia, something she didn't know for just under 17 years. She was taken by someone unknown and for some unknown reason wasn't killed. She uses the identity of ACE OF SPADES (an assassin) and Nyx (fight...
What's a quote you will carry with you for the rest is your life? ————
ALESSIA POV:
The past two days have been boring, it's currently the start of October. Means I'm a bit late to the school year starting, meaning everyone's going to know I'm new. Not really but that's how it will seem.
Last night I spent organising and getting a few things ready so I don't have to rush as much in the morning. I tried to convince Alice to not let me go, but he was hesitant and was about to agree probably cause of the dangers.
But somehow Elijah convinced him to make me go. Thank you so much Mr Mikealson, thank you so much Mr You-have-my-word. Note the major sarcasm.
I would rather go it real hell than deal with this, at least I would know someone there. I guess at school I know my brothers but who wants to hang out with their brothers?
My alarm wakes me up with its annoying blaring, I press the alarm to stop then get out of bed regretting life. I walk to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I had a shower last night so I didn't have to have one this morning and get up even earlier.
Once I finish brushing my teeth I walk to the wardrobe and look for a suitable outfit, I really am wondering why my brothers don'tgo to a private school. If it was my choice I wouldn't go to school at all.
I decide to wear a black leather look jacket, with a white cropped shirt, black denim jeans, and some flats.
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^^^What she's wearing
I make the check again to make sure I have everything, including my P.E clothes- just in case I do have it.
I head downstairs to the dining room to have breakfast. I sit down in my seat and eat the food. Matteo asks me if I'm excited "yes, of course, I'm excited about the torture I'm about to endure" I say sarcastically earring some laughs.
Once we finish eating we grab our stuff and head outside to the cars. I walk over to my bike which arrived yesterday and the boys get into the car. Dante was happy I didn't have to ride with them.
I slowly ride down to the front gates of the property and I go next to the driver's window. Dante is driving today, I yell out to him "race?". I know he's a racer as well so he probably thinks he's gonna win.
He nods and I count down for us, when I say go he zooms off and I stay at a slow pace. After giving him enough of a head start, I start going faster, when I get to his side I look over to him for a split second and he does the same.
I smile under the helmet, unable for him to see it and go further ahead. I make sure to keep a good distance in front but make sure to stay in his view, making him more frustrated. I get to school signalling I won and park my bike.
People look at my brother's car, and a few people head over and hang off them. I roll my eyes and head inside.
The first bell rings telling students to 'hurry the fuck up and get to class'. Not long after I get to the front desk.
"Hello sweetie, how can I help you," the older woman at the desk says kindly. She looks to be in her early to mid-fifties, and her dark hair has grey going through it. Her chocolate brown skin is ashy and has wrinkles.
"I'm new, I came to get my schedule and... other things you need," I say unsure due to never being to a proper school before.
She asks for my name and I give it, she gives me a glance when I say my last name but says nothing assuming I'm as bad as my brothers.
She types my name into the computer and heads over to the printer, she comes back once it is all printed. She makes sure everything is aligned before stapling it all together.
She hands me the papers, "in there is your schedule, locker number and code, a map of the school, rules you must follow, and other information that might be helpful. Have a good day sweetie" she gives me a smile.
"Thank you, you as well," I say giving her a smile back.
I look through my schedule and it wasn't too bad. But it was still school.
French 8.30- 9.30 English 9.30-10.30 Break 10.30- 11.00 P.E 11.00- 12.00 Creative arts 12.00-13.00 Lunch 13.00-13.40 History 13.40-14.40
I look around for my locker, 358, 359, 360, 361, 362, I find my locker number being 363 and I open it using the code in the stack of papers.
I put my stuff inside and look for the room I have French in. I wandered for a bit looking at the map but eventually find it. I knock on the door and walk in. "Why are you late?" The teacher asks in a French accent.
"I'm new, I had to get my locker and then find my way," I say.
She nods, "well don't make this a habit, Je suis Madame Jules" . she goes back to teaching while I take my seat. Being in the second last row of seats.
I zone out during the class, I already know French. Cause I need to know being boss and all. I think about random things.
I get pulled out of my thoughts by the teacher yelling at me in French, "comment tu t'appelles?". I just stare at her wondering two things. One, why can't you ask nicely? Two, where's your hairline? *What's your name*
"Alessandra" I answer her question. She looks for my name on her role, I guess she remembered she needed to mark me as here.
Her face drops and pales when she finds my name, she looks at me then back at my name. She doesn't say anything, she stands back and brushes off her worried expression, replacing it with her rudeness.
The bell rings and we all pack up to head to our next class, I look at my table and it says I have English.
