chocolates each day

One Chocolate a Day

Urgghh... The sun is up and shining in my eyes...How fun. I sit up attempting to stifle a yawn.
TOO bad it slips out of my along with my annoying sound I just mad causing me to sound like Chewbacca.
I turn on Tropkillaz- hideho before getting up to get ready. I tug on a black shirt and some black skinny jeans, before pulling my hair up into a loose chignon. I place some vans on my feet before sliding into my sleek black leather jacket. I place my moms necklace on my neck before leaving my room and entering the kitchen.
I turn on the stove and place the kettle on top. I skim through all the teas before finding a vanilla bean tea. I put a ham and cheese hot pocket in the microwave and wait in the nearby stool.
The kettle soon goes off alerting me to get it the hell off the stove. "okay okay stop your whining" I snorted at my comment, " I am just so funny that it's hilarious."
I walk to the microwave and grab my hot packet before sliding the vanilla bean tea bag into the steaming water.
I grab my bag and my keys and head to the door. My brain yelps at me to stop in my tracks when I see a bouquet of white roses and a huge box of chocolates. I pick up the roses and examine the note.

Good morning beautiful.. Hope you enjoy the roses and most importantly the chocolates.. Haha. Have a great day at school just leave a note on your doorstep if you have any problems.

~secret admirer <3

I smile sweetly to myself, reminiscing in my self glory. I, Bianca Rhoslyn , have been receiving these notes, roses and chocolates,different kinds, each morning ever since I've started high school and lost my mom and dad.
My brother is far away from here in prison because he was the one who...

I push that thought to the back of my brain and put the roses in vase and grabbing some chocolate before heading to my car.
I open the door and sit in the drivers seat when something unnerving is sitting there on the seat. Spray-painted letters saying " get out of town you sl*t" and "wh*re".
WOW are we still in third grade? I could've thought of something way better to put, but i'm on the receiving end not the giving end.
I put my seat-cover over it and drove off. It took an outstanding 15 minutes to get from my house to school. What a bummer.
I want to live farther away and have an excuse as to why I was late to school instead of having to go to the nurse for cuts and slight injuries conflicted towards me while walking into the school or the corridors. " You can do this, you've been doing this for the past what, four years?"
I snicker at that, gaining a few confused stares from passerby's," This is your last year just try to get through it before you get killed by bullies." I sigh deeply and grab my stuff, stuffing a slightly melted chocolate into my mouth.
"Pig," I look over to whoever said that snide remark and growl. The group of "models", or as I liked to call them ' the group of walking baboons", walked past me cheeks a deep red ,resembling a baboon's butt, hence the name 'walking baboons'. I scoff and saunter down the halls towards my locker.
I open my locker careful to make sure no one sees the combination.
I open my locker and see a single white rose and a letter with my name carefully inscribed. I pry open the letter careful not to damage it and slide out the letter:

Hello there again. It's me your wonderful secret admirer. I've received word a couple weeks after school started that you were getting bullied? Know anything about that? I've been trying to get the bullying to cut down and it managed to work for a while and then... SO, i'm currently retrying to get them off your back. Don't worry my princess I will make sure you have the best rest of the year. If you need me i'm here just tell me even if you think it is going to be annoying to me I promise that i won't get annoyed. Much. Haha just kidding see you!

~There will be gifts tomorrow morning too

~ secret admirer <3

Oh my graciousness.. so sweet. I don't think that i'll be an annoyance, it's just that his sweetness every morning was enough for me to get through the day and I knew I was causing enough problems for him.
You can already tell that i'm an extremely troublesome person and trouble just manages to find me around every corner.
I'm not clumsy, i'm actually a graceful person. I've been trained how to fight, kickboxing(mastered it), karate (jyudan, I've been training my whole life and i was the best of my classes and was jyudan belt before I knew it), wrestling (won every single match), and even mastered everything else you could think of.
I've done ballet, hip hop, jazz, tap dance, ball room dance and gymnastics also since a young age basically back to back with my fighting practices.
I've even been to competitions and even the Olympics for ice skating and gymnastics( won gold in both) all near the age of an astounding 8.
Now i'm eighteen and I continue to keep my skills in shape and body if I may add( ripping 8 pack, skinny and extremely healthy) the only problem with that is I wear over-sized shirts and sweaters to hide my scratches and bruises and gnarly cuts on my thighs and stomach.
My thoughts get interrupted by a large hand slamming into the locker door next to me. I look up at the person annoyed," What the hell do you want?" I snarl at them.
In front of me stand the walking baboons. They stare at me, their caked faces examining me.
" you know exactly what we're here for." One of the baboon girls snap. " Do you think I would be asking if I knew?" I retort. I hear a collection of gasps and a horribly manicured hand grabs my shoulder.
I keep my face emotionless and stare at her like she is an idiot. Oh wait she is. I grab her hand and twist it slightly. Her hand releases their death grip on my shoulder and I sigh in relief.
A large calloused hand grab mine and tears my hand away from the girls. My body twists and slams into my locker.
I yelp in agonizing pain as one of my fresh cuts reopen.
Everyone stares at me in shock and the guy backs away from me staring at his hand that is covered in my blood. Blood  is running down my side from the cut just above my ribs. I drop to the floor in a pool of blood that was building up at my feet and clutch my side. Everyone that was here scurries away leaving me bleeding and losing consciousness. My eyes are about to close when I hear footsteps coming towards me.
I am on full alert now and my eyes are wide open, looking for the source. I jump to my feet only to collapse into strong arms.
The strong arms wrap around me hugging me close to his chest. I look up trying to figure out who it is through my blurry vision but fall unconscious in the process.

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In loving memory of those who died in the Paris bombing. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
This is the end of this chapter hope you guys enjoyed
Yes as you can tell I love cliff hangers.
Love ya stay safe❤️❤️