Alex's Sister

~Chapter 1~

Heeyyy peoples! Second book! (I hope this is successful-ish) I started this is 2015 when I was still high on Black Butler so some of the stuff my be EXTREMELY old. Sue me. Not really. Thanks. ____________________________
Lornas POV

School sucks. When will People realize that! Like back in the time of when I lived in Black Butler school was bad, and it still is today! I wish I lived there again. It would be cool seeing my sister, even though there were a lot of murders, rapes, and all...but school's worse.

Anyway, I'm Lorna Donne. I'm fourteen and go to England's Finest, a prep school. We could call it a high school, but that's "too American".

At my school, I'm considered a nerd. Just because I have glasses, always wear a hoodie that is past my waist, converse, and get straight A's. I would blame Markiplier, and well YouTube, but I love them waaay too much.

Oh yeah, and I don't believe in showy outfits, so I always wear a huge hoodie that covers meh butt.

Its just that, I feel naked without my hoodie.

I live in my hoodie.

*flaps arms in hoodie sleeves*

So I've practiced karate since I was five and lived with my dad since we left my mom. Before all that divorce shit , he was in the army so I know how to do some stuff.

He also has some weird power that is also supposed to be in me, but I haven't used it since we left my mom.

I don't think I have it anymore. But me and dad joke about how it'll probably appear days after I die or if I end up in a badass battle.

Of course, around him, I use cleaner words.

Well enough about me, let's cliche this story up a bit.

It's late and dark outside and I'm walking home from school, when crap.

I fell into a fucking manhole.

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I'm no bitch, I stuck the landing. But where am I? Then I notice that don't have my glasses, yet I can see clearly....eh Grammy always said carrots would do he trick.

I'm allergic to carrots.

I start walking but realize that someone's following me. I pick up pace, he picks up his, I turn, he turns. This continues until I turn into an ally. I cross my arms and pop my hip to the side.

"May I help you?"The guy has an raspy voice and sounds drunk,

"Yeah, I'd like a good time with you"

"Sorry dude, but I'm not into creeps...Okay, I lied, I love them. They're my life. I'm just not into you."

"You must not understand,(that's when he whips out a knife) I will have a good time with you."
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"Um, yeah. You also will have your ears checked. I said "No."

Then my phone started ringing.

*play video*

Shit. Talk about timing.

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Wow, its been awhile.

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