My feet hit the floor and began running for my life. The citylife turned to a blur as I ran through the rain with what seemed to be my doom not far behind.
I should probably give some backstory here to not confuse you.
My name is Georgia Grace, most people call me George for short, I am currently running for my life down the streets of Los Angles because of a little mistake that will take me forever to tell you...
So hold on for one of the most kick-ass stories ever told by someone who is only sixteen.
Flashback to four years ago
"George!" my teacher yelled at me as I still had my headphones in blasting music.
" YOU REALIZE I CANT HEAR SHIT RIGHT?" I shouted barely able to hear myself.
my headphones were then ripped our of my ears by a very pissed off teacher and I was sent home early.
I didn't like school and the people in school didnt like me so I was happy to be freed from the hell they call middleschool. My blue and black hair flapped as my ponytail happily bounced along to the beat of my favorite song. My hair is my best feature, other than my sarcasm and wit. Which meant I was pretty much an seen as a girl whith multiple piercings, lived with earbuds on all the time who had awsome hair who was also an asshole to most people.
I restarted my playlist as I sat at the bus stop waiting , when a mop of dark brown hair plopped down next to me. I quickly glanced over as he tapped me on the shoulder while determining whether to ignore him or respond. He was wearing an oldstyle My Chemical Romance shirt and had so many bracelets with band names on them that they reached halfway to his elbow on both arms.
"Hey , I'm Marc " he said holding out his hand for me to shake "My name is George" I replied shaking his hand " Nice gloves."I said pointing at his grey fingerless gloves. " Thanks , I guess? " he said unsure of what I meant.
As i turned back to wait for the bus I mentally scolded myself. I mean WTF was I thinking.... nice gloves? I really am an idiot .
After what felt like forever the bus came , I got on only to realize that I'm completely broke . " I guess I'll just have to walk " I said as I shrugged at the bus driver . So I begain walking which was a bad idea because L.A. is hot as hell. Walking through the alleys was the only way not to burst into flames while getting to my house. I turned the last corner and found myself face to back with a few large mobsters who were finishing off some dude who looked like he had been ran over a few times.
" oh. shit. " I said quietly to myself as he turned around. "Hey you, little girl" he shouted in a thick acent that sounded like New York but deeper. " Sorry gotta run" I yelled back as I ran dodging cars and people until I hit a pole. A GODAMN POLE OF ALL THINGS! As I sat there cussing at the pole the mobsters began to catch up and just before one of them could grab me I was yanked of the ground by a dude on a running motorcycle. I struggled to free myself but after almost causing a crash I decided not to . "WHO THE F#CK ARE YOU?!" I yelled as we sped down the streets. " Not even a thank you because I saved your life and I'm hurt you don't remember me I thought you liked my gloves." I looked down to see that peeking out from under the leather jacket were band bracelets .
"MARC??" I said still shouting. " Yep ,that sounds like my name." He replied smirking.
We got to his house and I was greeted by an old woman holding an assault rifle. " Hi gran." He said not even phased by the weapon in her hand as he kissed her on the cheek "Hello sweetie , who is this ? She better close her mouth before she catches a fly." The old lady said looking at you harshly . " Gran , this is George she is a friend of mine who had a bit of a run in with the Martins down the street, can she stay awhile?"
" Of course she can. " the old lady replied as she let us in locking a ridiculous amount of locks behind her "Welcome to the family call me gran , everybody does . Also you might stay here for a while , you aren't safe out there here take this." She told me as she handed me a gun " You'll need it later."
So I spent the next four years alongside the Romanos learning all I could about mobs and fighting alongside Marc and Gran who eventually accepted me as family.
to be continued....
