Just Kick Ass.

So many clichés...

How cliché is this?? A commentary before the story... Anyway, I guess it would be easier if there is one. My names Chrissy Banks, I'm 15... blah, blah, blah, the important thing is, I'm a boss-ass killing machine, bitch.

"Drop like a earthquake, dun nun nun nun nun nun nun!!" I lay on my stomach on my single bed, which, btw - had The Walking Dead bedsheets on. I was doing my daily routine of doing nothing but investigating the web for the recent criminal masterminds that would lead my father towards the main boss, criminal mastermind Dane Bronks , according to my father, seen as he was an ex cop, this 'Dane' dude was some kind of massive druglord... cliché, again huh? Anyway, my father's been after him for a long time, eventually while on the job he messed up, he left a robbery heist because he thought he saw the car Dane drove, he attempted to follow the car but lost it down some alleyway. He returned to the station and he was fired within the hour, that was when he received the news of my mother going into to labour. It's obvious she didn't make it, otherwise I would have mentioned her. Anyway, after my father mourned for a couple weeks and was too depressed to take care of me he got a babysitter, apparently she took care of me until I was 1 when my father eventually realised that he had to suck it up because he still had me.
"Hun?!" Yelled my father from downstairs, sounded as if he was in the kitchen. BTW my father's name is Kevin, 43 year old man and still kicking butt.
"Whaaaat?!"
"C-S-B-S"
"C..." My eyes lit up like a fire on bonfire night "ahhhhhh, bitchhh!!"
I was practically a horse with the way I galloped down the stairs, my long dirty blonde hair swinging beside my face as I went. I reached the bottom of the stairs and completed a back hand spring, front hand spring, considering the amount of money my father had saved up from his job, it was used pretty well in buying a spacious house. Me, being the badass girl I am, I managed to land directly in front of the counter that introduced you to the entrance of the kitchen, the kitchen was pretty open, there was no door to go through it was all just a big open space, black and red was pretty much the entire theme of the kitchen, let alone the house. My dad stood behind the counter with his arms crossed staring me dead in the eye.
"This will be the only time I ever scream like a girl" I panted slightly sitting my ass down on the stool opposite my dad. I looked him straight in the eye.
"Me too!" Before I could even take a breath, he turned behind him and grabbed the red handled kitchen knife and stabbed it into the box.

"Who's doing the honours?" I stared down towards the box literally itching to open it. I then peered up towards my dad and he glanced away from the box and stared at me.
"You think what I'm thinking?" Within the blink of an eye, both of our right hands shot in front of us.
"ROCK PAPER SCISSORS!" We both roared at each other waiting to see who would open the treasure chest of glory.
Scissors beats rock.
"BOOM!" I instantly flicked my hand from towards my dad and twisted my body around to face the box. Within a split second, the box was open. I teared it apart and fell in love with what was laying in front of me.
"I never win using rock, do I sweetpea?"
"Never have, never will..." I didn't even move an itch, my eyes were glued to the box.
"I'm gonna have a heart attack.."
"Don't worry dad, its natural at your age" I smirked as I delicately placed my hands and reached out for my babies. I lifted them towards me and looked up towards my father.
"It's like the first time I caught my first drug dealer..."
"This is more beautiful than the time I watched your mother give birth to you..." I glared up towards him with a death stare, no wonder death stare  was my given nickname as kid... He smirked and out his arm around me.
"Yanno I love ya"
"Mhmm" I glanced back down towards them "2101 19 inch butterfly swords...I still can't believe you got them, I can't even believe you got them without the silver handling bar"
"Well someone is turning 16 in two weeks, so I thought an early birthday present would erm..." I flung the swords into the air and grabbed them so the blade was facing behind me in a horizontal position as I flung my arms beside me. I smirked as I flung them back into the air and allowing them to flip twice through the air before I caught them in a normal upwards position facing the ceiling before I yet again fling them slightly in the air and out towards me before I grab them so the blade is facing towards the floor and I bring them towards my chest outwards so the blades are facing away from my body and as I pass my hands beside each other I twist them so the blades are now facing inwards and fling my arms out and shove them down beside me. I did all if that with a a second or two.
"Oh how long have I been waiting to do that..." I smiled and I lifted them towards me and looked up at my dad.
"Chris?"
"Yes..." A confused face appeared on my face as he became slightly stern but I could see a slight hint of sincere.
"You're going to school" he stood in front of me with his hands across his chest. The smile instantly sunk from my face. It was replaced with disgust.
"Ha, you're lying" I scoffed, a faint smile mixed with disgust appeared.
"We both wish I was" I stood directly facing towards him, the anger building up was visible in my eyes.
"No,no no no no no no no...NO! Dad, I am not fucking going!"
"You don't really have a choice"
"What do you mean, I don't have a choice, I've been fine for 15 years of my life without all that shitty ass grades! Why do I need them now!?"
"The government have found out considering you have reached the age of 16 that your not in full time education, I did everything I could sweetpea, so did Joe"
"Joe's a useless piece of fucking shit and you know he is, we both know he did fuck all to help!" I began pacing around the kitchen tightening my grip around the blades.
"Sweetpea, we've tried, you've got to"
"It never bothered the fucking government before, so why now!!?"
"I just said, its because you're 16, I've done the best that I can to help bu-"
"If you did the fucking best that you could dad, I wouldn't be going to fucking high school, would I?!" I stormed out towards the living room still gripping the blades and I headed towards the basement. High school? Out of every other choice my dad had, I'm going to a fucking public school, with snotty hormonal teenagers? I slid my back down the icy cold wall that lay behind me. I didn't know whether to throw something or cry. But big girls don't cry, right? Which explains why I have actually never cried. I cried as a baby, yeah, but growing up, I was just one big tough cookie. I aimed on it staying that way.

It had been at least an hour since the argument between me and my dad, I was still determined that to not go into public school, private school fine, home schooling fine, but out of everything he had to fucking get me a place in a public school. I don't want to be like everyone else, I just don't understand why he couldn't have just got me a private tutor.
"Hun?"
"What." I said with so much hate in my voice that I'd stopped him from opening the door. I heard him pull the handle to door downwards then stop.
"Still angry?"
"What do you think?"
The door creaked open as he stepped inside the basement.
"Look hun, you can't just stay mad at me, I have done everything I can and you know I have, we can't send you time private school because you would be sent away and I'm not having that and a private tutor is not an option because I'm not going to be here all the time to keep an eye on you" he explained with empathy.
"You aren't gonna be there when I'm in school either,  so how do you know something won't happen there?"
"I don't and if something did then atleast there would be other people to witness the attack"
"But there would be an attack dad, that's something you don't want right? You wouldn't be there to keep me safe, you know Dane knows about us"
"Yes but atleast at a school I know you are safe because Dane knows better than to attack a public school"
"Yea bu-"
"Stop having an answer for everything Hun, you are going whether you like it or not" I looked down towards my swords on the floor, I was too angry to even look him in the eye. He leant forward and dropped a kiss on my forehead. I flinched and turned to the right a little bit.
"Really Chris?" He let out a sigh.
"Get up"
"What?" I replied confused as to what he was going to make me do. He walked over to the other side of the room. Then I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. I released a small smirk as I stood up. I pulled my right arm across my chest and stretched it, doing the same to my left. I walked onto the mat and took a deep breath in, closing my eyes as I did. Dad taught me to do this whenever there was an enemy close by but I couldn't see them, he told me to focus my hearing. I turned around so my back was facing him.

I threw my head back just about missing my dad's nose, I swung my elbow to his gut and reached my right arm back to hook and round his neck, clasping my left arm back too. I released after about 2 seconds.
"Quick thinking, I'm proud hun"
I smirked.