Avyanna Ambrose 17 years old. Billionaire. Mafia Queen.
At the age of 3 Avynna was kidnapped from her family by her mothers sister and taken to Italy. She was jealous of the attention Avyanna was getting.
Till the age of 11 she experienced constant...
A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed no one could understand that hurt. ― Rachel Sontag, "House Rules
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I finally got into the kitchen without limping and cleaned up the beer bottles and glass all over the floor. These bastards are always drunk. I can't wait to get out of this hell hole.
I finally make my way out of the house and walk to school. I have a bunch of cars that I could use but I don't because it is easier to walk.
I'm finally at my high school even though I graduated at 12 with an IQ of 200 and went to college already and got some degrees. No one needs to know that so I just go to school to get out of the house while Seth and my Lillian are there and live a somewhat normal life
I made it to the first period of the day as everyone avoided eye contact with me for some reason like I banged a girl's head into the lockers.
but you did though?
shut the fuck up consie
I got to art class, one of my favorite subjects early because I wanted to sit in the back.
"Good morning Mrs.Roseline," I say politely as I make my way to the back of the classroom.
" Avyanna it is always a pleasure to have you in my class," she says smiling.
The bell finally rings and students start to pile into the classroom.
" Alright class today's assignment is to paint something that would give you a sense of security or a haven," Ms. Roseline says.
She continues to give instructions as I put my AirPods in and focus on my painting, I don't even know what I'm painting I just get lost in the brush strokes.
I'm snapped out of my focus when I get a tap on my shoulder, I tense but relax when I see it's Ms. Roseline.
"What a beautiful painting," She says admiring it.
" Thank you, Ms. Roseline but where's everyone else??" I ask, looking around in the empty classroom confused.
"Oh, class ended a couple of minutes ago but you were zoned out in your painting, so I let you finish up" she states
I give her a nod with a small smile as I make my way out of the classroom. I don't feel like going to the second period today, so I'm gonna skip it. I make my way to the roof of the school to smoke.
I get out my lighter and a cigarette and start to smoke, I know it's bad for you and all but it calms me down so I don't go batshit crazy. Killing also calms me down.
I don't kill innocents, I kill rapists, abusers, and sex traffickers. They beg and scream for me to stop, what about when the people you hurt told you to stop? Did you? No, so why should I?
