Namori walked into the school and was immediately met with a bunch of boys "good morning boys~" Namori smiled and walked past. To her schoolmates, she was a flirt. But she felt like that was the only way she could get enough human interaction in under a day. "Hey Namori, cute dress." "Thanks, Alicen, have a good day." and the girls were jealous of her. "Alright enough chatting hurry up and get to class," Jack said as he pushed her forward.
"Hey kid, how was school," Roselyn said as she threw a grape up and caught it in her mouth. "Normal," Namori said as she dropped her bags. "Hmm, so that's. . . boys hitting on you and you playing with their hearts, girls hating you but act like your "besties'', and creepy old men trying to be pervy?" Namori grabbed a grape and said, "you forgot Jack threatening every single person for one wrong move." Roselyn laughed, "how could I ever forget." and popped a grape into her mouth. Namori looked up and said with seriousness, "could I go on your next mission?" Roselyn looked at her and said "one, no cause I'm not a babysitter. Two, where the heck is this coming from?" Namori looked at the grapes and said, "I'm tired of being cooped up in here." Roselyn smiled, "well if you get powers sure, but you don't have powers so.'' She shook her head and ate a grape. Namori sighed and walked off. When she entered her room, she picked up Rico and started to pet him, "I want to be free from these walls, by not just going to school, and not being watched. Even if it is for a few minutes.'' She looked over to see her notebook that she usually wrote in containing information on what goes down in her family and business in case someone from her family needed it. She picked it up and started to go through it when she got an idea. She rushed out of her room and ran into her father's office grabbing the blueprints of the house and running back to her room.
It was 11:35 at night, the perfect time to escape. She woke up and slipped into her black hoodie and ripped black pants with black and white converses, she dug through her drawers and found a black mask she made when she was younger with the family crest in blue on the left side of the mask. "Time to see if I am a Mariea," she mumbled under her breath before grabbing a long rope, extendable pole, and a gun.
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Escaping Walls
Teen FictionNamori always lived her life in the walls of her family home, born in a cartel and the youngest out of 11. She always desired an escape.
