Kidnapped by the Mafia Prince

1. Just A Walk & 2. Just my Luck

Edited 6/6/21

Chapter 1 Just a walk

The Girl

Are you one of those people that grow up in one town and are one of the most popular girl in school. Who have the car, the body, and the most sexiest boyfriend ever? Like the world is at your fingertips?

Then I wish I were you.

Are you actually the girl that is the geek with straight A's in every subject and dreams about living like them, rich and popular with your geeky friends?

If yes, than you are luckier than me because well, that isn't me either.

I'm far from all that.

I'm not a geek who get straight A's either or has a lot of nerd friend because that would be better than me.

No, I'm the girl who sits in the back of the class where nobody knows your real name, (other then the ones they give you).

For me, I go by Leprechaun and Smurf apparently. Nobody cares enough to know my real name here. They like to make fun of me because of my height sense I'm only 5 foot. Everyone else here is at least 5'5 in this town. Making me be unseen by everyone when I'm in the halls, bumping into me and falling to the ground with a hard thud all day, everyday.

I guess it's because this is a farming town, which doesn't make sense to me that everyone has money. I swear I don't know how my parents found the richest farming area in the whole country and just had to live their. The town pretty thought with wide open fields and water features around with many outdoor activities to do if you have friends. Which seemed I was not destined to have any this time around.

It sucks being poor in a town like this. The people snobs because they have the means to be cruel to look down on me for not being able to have the finer things in life. Rich people can be the worst. They think money is everything!

I'm rambling now.

Moving on.

So here's my story.

My parents constantly move around about the country. My parents being writers say that they need "inspiration" for a story by changing the scenery every few months. Pretty ridiculous I say. Since that is the case, we've lived in different parts of the continent. I've been to ten different high schools in the last 3 years because of them. This time I dislike especially because no one wants to be friend with me here because I'm poor with old clothes and used backpack. I'm like an alien to them. We have been living here for two months and I'm still the New Girl to them. People here make me feel like I'm invisible or that I have a disease because of my misfortune and that I'm plain short.

Either way, it's not the best place to be.

Obviously, when you have two writers trying to make a start in the writing world, it never really makes that much money to start off with. My mom just publish one book, but it didn't take off as well as she would have hoped to. My dad working on his "autobiography" because he used to be a scientist but stopped because he thought he was going nowhere in life. (I know stupid)

Anyways, so we picked up everything and moved.

That was about ten years ago, when I was 7. But in a few months I would be 17 and be able to buy my own car. But first, I would need my license. At the same time though I knew it wouldn't be easy to convince my parents to let me even drive. Having passed my permit test last year for them to say they wouldn't let me drive the car. My parents would always say to me "Until you have your own car, you can't get your licenses." In other words, I will never drive in their mind.