A girl's gun

Chapter one

HEYAAAA BUDS Yup first chapter is up, it's my first story on wattpad so you can give advices or you can say what you think, I appreciate it. BUH-BYEEEE
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I was having another of my awesome dreams which consists of working for fbi, win a fortune and being powerful, when the alarm rang.
I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. After that I got a message:
"Hey Paloma, I'm picking you up in ten minutes be ready or I will leave you at home - Sex Bomb aka hottie"
I didn't even bother in changing his name. If he thinks that he's hot, let him think that, we can't destroy his dreams.
I got dressed in high waisted black shorts and an Arctic Monkeys' large tee and my black vans. I'm not fat and I'm not thin, but I hate my body. I used to be really skinny and then I grew up and got really fat at the age of 9. I've always been bullied because of my appearance, but now I don't really care.
I hate tying my hair so I just brushed it. I've born with dark brown almost black straight hair but as the years passed it became a lighter shade of brown. I really do love it so why hiding it in a pony tail?
I got downstairs and felt the warm smell of home made pancakes. I thought it was weird, maybe my mum realized she had children and decided to be a good mother once in her life?
"Good morning Paloma. How are you daughter?"
"At least you still remember my name. Anyways what are you doing here?" I spoke, harshly.
"Can't a mother visit her children?" I'm not buying her act. I know her too well.
"Oh please. I'm serious,what are you doing here?" This woman knows how to get in my nerves.
"I'm here to pick up stuff i need and left here. Sit down and have breakfast" Of course. If it wasn't for her things she wouldn't even bother checking if we were ok.
"I can't, I gotta go" I said as I walked to the front door.
"Where are you going"
"None of your business" I snapped at her. I know I should show respect to her because after all she's my mother, but she lost that right after everything she has done to me.
"Don't snap at me like that. I'm still your mother and you're still underage."
"You were my mother when you left us after you did that thing and it didn't stopped you from doing it."
I got another text from my Best Friend "You have one more minute to be here or I'll leave - Sex Bomb aka Hottie".
My mother stood there maybe thinking of a good comeback (I doubt she would find one) when the door bell rang.
"Ok Paloma, I texted you 3 minutes ago. You're lucky I'm your best friend or I would've left by no-" his eyes looked at the person standing beside me. Same hair, same brown chocolate eyes, I totally look like her. He looked back at me "What the hell is your mother doing here??" He looked angry, shocked and surprised. I don't blame him, it's the first time in four years that she shows up.
"Swimming in the pool, can't you see? What do you thanks she's doing?" I love that boy, i really do, but sometimes he's a moron.
"Paloma stop being like that to Francisco. I came to visit my children." She said that as if it was true.
"You don't need to lie to him, he knows the truth, after all, he has been more than my friend for the last years, he has been the family I don't have." "Oh and there's no need for you to answer cause we're leaving right now." I dragged Francisco out of the house and we hopped into his car.
He was born in April and I was born in August so he already has the license. I'm not looking forward to drive, my experiences with cars, and bikes, and everything that's related to driving OF having control of a vehicle, well let's say they weren't good. When I was ten my brother decided to change places with me, because he "wanted me to learn driving soon". We almost crashed into a wall if it wasn't for my amazing skills, I took the key off the ignition and hit the brakes in an attempt to slow the bike and it worked. At the age of 15, my nephew (who's about 18 days younger than me but learnt driving when he was 10) made me ride his brother's car. I drove against a glass door because I lost control of the engine and it ended up in us crashing against the door and glass all over us. We didn't get hurt because we are lucky people. When I play GTA ( Grand Theft Auto for those who don't know) I fly above the buildings to avoid hitting things in the road.
"Hey. Stupid. Bitch. LESBIAN. WAKE UP!" he was snapping his fingers right in front of me waiting for me to open my eyes and I did.
"Call me that again and and I'll make sure you'll wish never waking up again because I'm going to punch you and the girls won't even take a glance at you again. Understood?" He knows I'm great at fighting, I used to have boxe, kickboxe and muay-thai lessons. But he used too and he's a hundred times stronger than me.
"Oh please, with that strenght I think I won't even notice you touching me." True that.
"End up with the small talk, I don't know where we're going but hurry up." Ah I'm back in the game.
"Feistyyyy girl, what happened?" I rolled my eyes at this.
"You happened. I'm HUNGRY and you know what happens when I'm hungry so hurry up and shut up, your voice is annoying."
"You're such a bitch when you're hungry. Or when you're cold. Or when you're sleepy. Or when you're normal because you're always like that." He's right.
"Love me less babe" I winked at him and he rolled his eyes "And wake me up when we get there"
"Okayy, dream of me, naked" he winked at me. Or at least he tried to.
"That wouldn't be a dream, it would be a nightmare honey".
He turned on the radio and I started thinking about my mother. Why is my family such a mess? Why can't we be like the other families, normal, happy and sticking up for everyone?
I felt my eyes closing and I fell asleep.