Amagadas Academy

The beginning

"What the fuck?" Quinn exclaims, carrying two bags of groceries in her hands.

Her doughy brown eyes captured the two black SUVs parked outside her uncle's apartment. She hurried into the building at the sight only to see that men in suits were blocking the elevator doors. 

What had has my uncle done this time?

Realizing they paid no mind to her, she ran to the staircase doors. Fortunately, they were unlocked. Unfortunately, this meant she had to run up to the third-floor apartments. She hated running. 

By the time she reached the top, she was covered in sweat and feeling light-headed. She used her elbow to open the third-floor door into the corridor. Each entry had a number, and her uncle's apartment was 319. Outside of it were, what looked to be, bodyguards.

It takes a moment for Quinn to move toward the apartment. She weighs her options. 

1. Should I drop the groceries and make a run for it? 

2. Or should I walk into the apartment and beg them to leave so I can have a peaceful night? 

She chose the second. Though her uncle and she had a horrible record when it came to interacting with each other, he had kids and a wife who needed him. 

Also, this wouldn't be the first time she had to save his ass.

She walks up to the apartment door and holds out her groceries to the woman in a black suit on her right. 

"Can you hold this?" Quinn asked her. "If you're going to stand there, you might as well."

With a cold expression on her face, she took the grocery bags as Quinn pulled out the silver spare key to the apartment. She was relieved to find that nothing had been damaged in the apartment. 

The relief didn't last long. 

Sitting on the couch was a tall, dark-skinned man in a professional looking suit that Alfred (Batman's butler if you live under a rock) would wear. Beside him, sat Maria, Quinn's uncle's wife. She was a beautiful woman married to a horrible man, as Quinn's mom used to say. Maria's beauty was only external, never internal. Since her uncle wasn't in sight, she believed he either made a run for it or was 'working'.

Grabbing the groceries back from the bodyguard, she closed the door behind herself. The two didn't seem to even notice her as she walked in, which wasn't a new thing. 

Quinn was as noticeable as an inactive ghost. 

She walked quietly into the kitchen and unpacked the groceries onto the kitchen counter. It wasn't until she was done sitting down in the recliner, that they acknowledged her existence.

"Who is this Maria?" Quinn asked in Spanish.

"You tell me," Maria answered in Spanish, gesturing to the man. "He says he's here for you."

Quinn looked over at the man before turning back to Maria. 

"Do you know the reason he needs to talk to me?"

"He said you were a bright girl and wanted to talk about your education."

At this, Quinn snorted. 

"I haven't been to school in months," she recounted. "So this is bullshit, Maria."

You might think Maria would surely smack Quinn for cursing, but all she and Quinn's uncle expected out of her was to not get CPS called on them and for her to help out with the rent. Besides, it wasn't like she gave a shit to where Quinn was or if she was in trouble.