Alessia

Chapter one

My alarm clock rang loudly. I rolled over and picked it up annoyed. I threw it and it hit the wall. It fell to the floor in pieces. I groaned and stood up.

Okay now time to introduce myself.
My full name is Alessia Jaylyn Sykes. I'm eighteen years old. My father is Spanish and my mother is south African and is black. I'm mixed but more on the dark skin side. I have bright dark green eyes. I am curvy, I don't have a thigh gap but I do have a flat stomach. I have a large bust and a large butt. My hair is curly and poofy but It's not like an afro. It's long and reaches just above my bust. But when I straighten it, it reaches my belly button. I can sing really well. My parents got divorced five years ago. I lived in Spain then moved to the united States when I was seven. My family traveled around the US a lot. When I was fourteen my family moved to Paris, France. After two years we lived in Asia for eight months. My father, sisters, and I moved back to Spain. And my mother took my little brother and moved to Canada. After a few years my sister moved to Alabama for college and my other sister had graduated from NYU. Then it was just my father and I. Until we moved into a large house in Los Angeles a few weeks ago. My sister Kalin is twenty two, My sister Naomi is twenty nine, and my brother Lucas is nine. I usually visit my mother once every few months or weeks. My father is the greatest man on earth. He has loved me and supported me through everything. He accepted me when I told my family I was bisexual, they all did. He worked extra hard to pay for my piano lessons. He taught me how to play basketball and soccer. He also taught me to speak fluent French, German, English, Spanish, Traditional Chinese, and taught me to play guitar. He let me Pierce my nose and belly button. He let me get a few tattoos even though he doesn't know what they are. He supports me to live life to the fullest and takes me around the world. We are closer than anyone I know. But there are some things he doesn't know. I go to a gym for training and boxing , he's knows that. He knows that I'm an undefeated Fighter. He's gone to a few matches and helps with my injuries. But he doesn't know about my worst fights. He doesn't know that I have a gun and go to a shooting range. He doesn't know that I'm friends with Chris Brown, Justin bieber, and some other celebrities. He doesn't know that I drink and smoke. He doesn't know that a have more small tattoos then I've told him about. He doesn't know that I play every boy. I don't sleep with them or do anything. But I play them like chess. I've vandalized all over the US. I do have an attitude. I'm passive aggressive like my mother which I hate about myself. I've had two boyfriends. One from Spain, and one from from California. I don't really have any friends who I go to school with that I know of. I guess I'm the type of person your parents warn you to stay away from. But that's all you need to know for now.
Back to reality.

I walked to my closet at a slow pace. I walked into my closet and closed the door. I picked out and outfit that I liked. I stripped out of my clothes. I put on black matching bra and panties, I just like it when things match. I put on my white high waisted skinny jeans, Blake Griffin Clippers jersey, white Nike air force's, and I tied my black and white flannel around my waist. I put in my diamond nose stud and earrings. I put on my three gold chain necklace and walked out of my closet. I walked into my bathroom and left my hair poofy and slid on one of Chris' snapbacks he gave me, because he's cool. I concealed my under eyes and blemishes with BB cream then applied light powder. I highlighted my T-zone. I did a neutral eye look and filled in my eye brows. I winged my eyeliner and curled my lashes and lightly applied mascara. I applied a soft purple lip color and lined my lips. I walked out of my bathroom and slipped my phone in my butt pocket and grabbed my backpack. I walked downstairs and walked into the kitchen. "I've gotta go so I'm not late but I love you Papa" I said grabbing my car keys and prepped gym bag for soccer. "Love you sweetheart. Have a good first day. Good luck" my dad said and kissed my forehead. I ran out of the house and unlocked my car. I climbed in and set my bags in the passenger seat. I put my keys in the ignition and listened to my car roar to life. My car was a red convertible. My car was my baby , I didn't let anyone drive it. I had saved up for my car since I was Five and first saw one. I loved my corvette more than I loved the Clippers. And I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY love the Clippers. I buckled up and played Rae Sremmurd as I drove. My new school was only about fifteen minutes away. I sang loudly to Rae as I drove safely. I was singing Come Get Her when I arrived at the school. Heads turned and jaws dropped as I parked. I pulled my keys out of the ignition and unbuckled. I grabbed my beats and plugged them into my phone and put on my beats while I played Nicki Minaj. I grabbed my gym bag and backpack and opened my car door. I climbed out of my car humming along to Win Again. I closed my car door and people began to whisper. I walked up along the sidewalk towards the school entrance. Suddenly my heart dropped to my stomach and I froze. My old boyfriend from here who cheated on me, Aiden. He was sucking off a girls face and had a bunch of other girls hanging over him. I continued to walk and scoffed. Suddenly he looked at me smirking and started to come towards me. I sped up annoyed by him. "Babe, Alessia where are you going?" He yelled and ran in front of me. I pulled down my beats so they rested around my neck and placed my phone in my pocket. "Don't call me babe" I scoffed crossing my arms over my chest. "Babe don't be like that" he said as I walked away. I could feel eyes burning into me. "Babe talk to me" he said. I turned around on my heels feeling like I could punch him. "Shut up I'm not your babe , Go hang out with your girls" I said annoyed. "Babe are you jealous that I can get girls and and you can't" he smirked practically yelling. "I don't get jealous seeing my ex, as in you with other people. Because my parents always taught me to give my used toys to the less fortunate" I said smirking and heard people whisper. Aiden's jaw dropped and he stared silently while his face heated up. "Better shut your mouth or you'll catch flies, babe" I said and turned around walking towards the school. I smirked in victory as I walked into the school. I walked through the crowded hallways trying to get to the office. I walked into the office. I got my papers and the lady talked. All that good stuff. I left and walked to my locker. After some pushing and shoving I reached it. I popped it open and put my books and folders in it then I shoved my gym bag into it. I had Spanish class first with Mr.Scott. I closed my locker and looked at my paper trying to look for directions to the room. I started to walk towards the west wing . The Bell rang as I searched for the classroom. I put my beats in my backpack. After another five minutes I found the classroom. I opened the door and walked in not bothering to knock. "Miss, we knock on the class room doors before entering. Now if you could go in the hall and try again" Mr.Scott said annoyed. "The name's Alessia. And by the way I have a question" I said crossing my arms. "What is it Miss Alessia?" He asked not really caring. "Can you please chill out. I mean Mr.Whatever I'm new and I can already tell that your gonna be a pain" I scoffed. I heard some laughs and giggles. His face turned red and I walked to the back of the classroom. I took the empty seat in the corner next to a guy with hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair. I dropped my bag next to me as the teacher started the lesson again. I put my feet on the desk and pulled out my phone. I started to text Chris out of bordem.