Shades of Black

Chapter 1

I was seated alone at the park, I wasn't allowed outside, seventeen year old outside at midnight. I serenely slept on the bench I was sitting on, stared at the bright moon.
At least it helped me relax my mind, I was sick and tired of moving. My own mother never listened to anything I said.
Currently, we had moved to Los Angeles a week ago, which I very much disliked and I only moved out at night.

Moreover, I was starting school the next... highschool.
I sighed and sat thinking of all the different places we had moved two. We lived in Praia, Cape Verde from the time I was born till six. At seven, mum took me to Shanghai,China, to a martial arts school, of course we learnt school stuff besides combats. That place was torture, two years and a half. In fact it was a boarding school, I freaking hated it.
We left China for Thailand, still, she took me to a martial arts school.

When I was nine we went Milan. I thought I was going to be taken to a "Fucked up boarding school." Surprisingly, mum took us to fancy hotel to celebrate my tenth birthday. I wasn't happy though she did her very best to make me smile. I remember she had to get strawberry ice cream, I finally smiled. That same night, chaos happened and I found myself in Juvenile prison.

Here I am now in LA, sleeping on a park bench, watching the moon in my skates, which I very much adored. Being forced to work for the ...
As I was still in my thoughts, I heard footsteps coming towards me, I didn't move a muscle. I could have been someone else coming to think, like me. I chuckled at my thought.Two men approached me, one was holding a baseball bat.
"Hello there black beauty, what are doing here all by yourself?" My eyebrows narrowed, I sat and looked at both of them, the smelt alcohol. Jesus!
"It's called personal space big boys." I slept back, it then started to drizzle.

"Let's have some fun. We could pay you quite some good money, just tonight." I stood up, sighed and started to skating away.
The taller guy, who was apparently a ginger head pulled me back by my shoulder. I clenched both my teeth and fists, not wanting to turn into a Halle Queen.
"What's your problem baby girl? You already have a whore face so..." Before he could finish, I punched him across his face, it was now raining. I grabbed his ginger hair, "A whore face? Let me show you what a whore can do."
I kicked his balls so hard that he screamed. The shorter guy came and tried slapping me but I held his hand and squeezed it. I punched his stomach, he tried hitting me with his bat several times but I dodged it. "You pieces of shit." I cursed under breathe before grabbing the bat and hitting the two of them. I hit the shorter guy's head and he passed out.

The ginger head picked a knife from his back pockets, I dodged all his attempts to stab me.
I knew LA was just the worst place I could ever come to.
One week and I was already in trouble, I wasn't even supposed to fight or let anyone see or know about my combat skills.
I held tightly on the bat and hit his right knee. Compared to me, he was a giant so I advantage of my height, jumped on him and sat on his shoulders.
My hands held his jaws as my legs strangled him.
He dropped on his knees since I was suffocating him.

I quickly got off him, as I was walking away, he pulled my leg back. I dropped to the ground, he forced his way in between my legs. I let him.
I put both hands above my head, I smiled at him, I knew I looked psycho. I twirled my legs around his waist, pressing so hard that he could barely breathe, when his grip loosened from my hands, I picked a mini-knife from my braids,and cut his hand.
Well I normally kept, two knives in my braids that were mostly in a bun. Everyone was trapped to thinking they were 'just' designs.
I sighed before skating away, "Hey, buffon...not everyone is meant to be misbehaved with."
I tightened the laces on my skates.