I was three when mommy had to call the ambulance to get stitches in my arm from being shot by one of daddy's friends. I was five when mommy fell off the bridge and went to heaven. I was seven when I started watching family guy with my brothers. I was eight when my twin brother Lee was shot down in school. I was eight when daddy hired Mrs. Lomo to teach me school. I was nine when my brothers Leo, Max and Matt helped me re-do my old room. I was ten when we put up glow in the dark stars. I was eleven when I met daddy's other friend's son, Garret. I was twelve when daddy took me to work with him. I was thirteen when Garret's brother Michael was killed. I was fourteen when daddy got married to the witch. And now I'm fifteen.
"GARRET!" I screamed at my best friend. Who had just pored water on me when I was alsleep.
"LEANN!" Garret screamed back.
"WHAT. THE. FUCK?" I yelled getting up and tackling him down bending his hand behind his back almost breaking it.
"OH MY GOSH! LEA LET GO!" I laughed letting go of Garrets arm. I walked to the mini fridge in the corner of my room getting out two monsters. I tossed Garret a green frowning at him as he gulped his down. I sat down and opened up my dub monster. Ah. Sweet sweet dub monster.
'Pour me, pour me. Pour me another. Holds me, holds me. Like no other. One more sip then I swear I'm goin' home truth is I don't -' my ring tone was cut short as I picked up my phone
"Hey daddy!" I said into the speaker.
"Hey baby girl! I'm gonna need you and Garret to stop by the GrayFliers house and pick up that crack. Use the weapons if you need to, thanks!" he said quickly closing the phone. The GrayFliers are our archenemy. I groaned
"GARRET! WE HAVE TO GO TO THE GRAYFLIERS TODAY!" I yelled across the room.
"OTAY!" he screamed back. I switched the TV to SpongeBob.
'Let's watch it burn, let's watch it burn. Let's watch this city burn the world! Let's watch this city burn. From the sky line to the top of the world. Let's watch this city burn the world'-
"What up Leoz?" I asked picking up my phone. Each member of my family has a ring tone from Hollywood Undead.
"Nothing much... just wanted to wish my little sister luck in getting some crack." He said laughing. All of us had to do this at least once a week. Dad doesn't do drugs but the which does. I hung up before he could say anything else.
When Garret and I got there we hopped out of the car grabbing a few guns. We knocked at the door waiting a few seconds before Garret got annoyed and broke the door knob. He slammed his body into the door and the door went right down.
"Smooth Gar." I said walking in behind him. Austin was standing there about to answer the door, a pistol in his hand.
"You're a little late Aussie" I said using my nick name for him.
"I would say the same for you Anne" he said using his nick name for me. My eyes narrowed into slits.
"Oh shut the fuck up. Where's my dad's order?" I asked him not letting up on my glare
"Do I look like I know?" he asked looking me in the eyes. I scanned over him.
"Yes you do Aussie" I said smiling not so sweetly. He rolled his eyes and took us up to his dad's office. Aussie's not to bad but when you get to Mustang, you don't want to know. Aussie's full name is Austin Vanquish, so he's fine with being called AV, Vanq or Aus. But not Aussie.
"Dad's not in a good mood." Aussie said grimacing.
"That's ok. I've always been a bit persuasive." I said strapping my machine gun to my back and taking the pistol out of the back of my pants.
"Thanks Aussie!" I said kissing his cheek and walking into Mustang's office. I saw Aussie blush and I laughed.
"Aw! Is Aussie's cheeks aww rwed?!" I asked in a little kid tone right before Garret stepped into the room and shut the door.
"Leann, Garret" Mustang said nodding to the chairs that were obviously rigged.
"Mustang" I said nodding back.
"You know Leann it's rude not to sit down." Mustang said nodding at the chairs once again.
"Unless they're rigged right? I'm not stupid Mustang! Dad problably has a ten thousand in orders from you. Between the crack and the gun power." I said glaring at him.
"Yes he probably does. But I said sit down" he said pulling out a gun.
"No." I said rudely. I heard the gun go off and I looked at my right thy where there was blood staining my navy blue, blue jeans.
"You sick baster! These jeans were a thousand bucks! Damn! Dad's gonna kill me!" I said aiming at Mustang's chest and firing off.
