Do you ever happen to be in, one of those mornings where you fall of your bed? That your pancakes are over cooked because you were watching something on television? That your dog is barking at you because you haven't given him some food? Or that all your clothes are dirty and you have nothing to wear?
That's what I call a moring without parents or siblings or even best friends to help you out. Oh yes and did I state the fact that I life in this huge mansion all by myself except on weekends? No, I probably didn't.
I looked at my surroundings, knowing that my parents would kill me if they saw this mess. The kitchen, for example, was a disaster! The sink was filled with dirty dishes, the kitchen table was inhabited by burt pancakes, the cutting board had rotten tomatoes which I forgot to cut and other things which I couldn't even describe or look at.
I heard the doorbell ring and jumped a little, it took me a little by surprise because I wasn't expecting anyone, not that I remember. Well, unless it was my best friend Debby. She always gets bullied when shes at school or at the mall with me and even at the cinemas. If I were her I would have already beaten the shit out of all of the bullies. I just can never handle the fact that they are so full of themselves.
I walk towards the door and open it, being shocked by what I see. It was Debby covered in blood and bruses, but there was one thing which caught my attention most. A bullet.
"Jessie" she breathed, she had her back on the door, but it was only a minute later that she fell on the ground. If it weren't for the fact I saw this nearly everyday, I would have fainted, but being a champion in judo competitions makes it hard not to get in a fight after the tournament. Several of my friends went to hospital. Next day they appread to have broken nearly every bone in their body.
"Oh god, I'll call 911" I said, whilst running at high speed to the telephone. I dialed 911 and got no answer, that was when I realized the phone had been cut off. I cursed and ran upstairs to my room, quickly finding my mobile. I turned it on and called 911. I was more than glad they answered. I told them what happened in two breaths and went downstairs sprinting. I could do this more times, you know running up and down, maybe I'll turn into a female version of Ussain Bolt.
The ambulance arrived, 10 minutes later. I asked the doctor if I could come, but he said it would be better if I stayed and he would call when Debby would be better. I nodded and went back inside.
Whilst closing the door, I saw a shadow from the woods. I stepped outside and looked closer, a boy stepped out, he was holding a gun and he shirt was shmeered with blood. I shook my head, trying to deny it, but the thought just came. He wouldn't have, nearly killed Debby, but then again the thought could be true.
I started getting frightened when he made his way to me. I looked at him closer, he looked strangly familiar. Like a boy from my cousins gang, maybe his companion? He was standing one inch away from me, heavily breathing. It wasn't till a second later that he closed the space and gave me a peck on the lips. I stood there in a state of shock whilst he ran away. The warmth of his lips spread until my cheeks turned into a flaming red. If he were closer I would have punched him, but he wasn't.
"Hey wait!" I called, he stopped his tracks and turned around to face me. I was sweating, sweating fear, I don't think I've ever been so afraid in my life.
"Who are you?" I accidentely spat out with a tone of disgust. He seriously injured my best friend, how do you excpect me to say it, with kindness and happiness, no, I'd rather be run over by a car.
"Why, my dear, Jessica, if I told you they'd kill me" he answered with a smirk on his face. He clearly was in my brothers gang, orelse how would he have known my name. I ran up to him and stood in his way.
"You're not going anywhere untill you tell me why you nearly killed my best friend!" I told him, he just laughed at me, ringing in my ears. Blood started pumping heavily in my body, I couldn't stop the rage from coming.
"That girl is you're pathethic excuse of a best friend?" he continued, right this was too much. I just won't, ever deal with the fact that he's laughing at Debby, never. I hit him in the face, then I kicked his stomach and did an arai goshi (a defense attack used in Judo). He lay on the ground helpless, I guess those Judo lessons did pay off. I look at him in disgust and whisper in his ear; "Next time you say that, I'll beat out the crap out of you so that you'll never see daylight again"
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Watching Piranha 3DD on your own isn't fun at all, it just scares the shit out of you. I look at the time and realize I have a Judo lesson to attend to. Since little I've always been very fond of martial arts especially Judo and Karate. I just feel like I can relax when I walk on the streets and someone comes at me UNARMED, I can just use what I've learnt and walk on. But if that person has a gun, then I'm just a big scardy cat, unless they say something insulting about my friends or family.
I pack my bag with my kimono (Japaneese garnment, used in Judo) and my black belt which I feel really proud of since it's the highest you can get. I got it last year after winning a tournament, against my cousin to be presice. I actually smiled when I managed to win with my attacks and I actually made it hurt.
I made a sandwhich in the kitchen and put in the side pocket of my bag. My dog, Shasta, jumped on me and licked my face, I just laughed and patted him on the head. I really liked Shasta, he was a husky (a very hungry one too) my parents gave him to me when they went to Alaska when I was 9, he was just a cute little puppy with came in this box with holes, but know it's my guardian angel and like a second brother, I know it's strange but Shasta has always been there for me.
"Want to come to practice? I know they'll be pleased to see you again" Shasta barked as if saying yes and I smiled. This was going to be a long journey if I had a dog which ran after all the cats he saw.
~After the practice~
"Great work, everyone, go change!" the trainer told us. He was Japeneese so his accent was kind of cool. I really wanted to learn Japenese one day, just for fun. I went back to the changing rooms and saw Shasta eating the last bit of my sandwhich.
"Oh god, this dog, now what am I going to eat, huh?" I laughed, patting him on the head. I heard one of the girls curse and another.
"You're dog is really getting on my nerves, he ate all my hot dog!" Giselle said, I stood there with my mouth open as all the girls said the same thing.
"Okay, how about I all treat you to a smoothie?" I ask, they all nod their heads and hug me. Shasta looks at me with glittery eyes.
"Oh god, okay Shasta, I'll give you some, just because I'm to good of person" I say, Giselle looks at me with a strange face.
"Good person? Look at all the brusies you've given me today! This counts for an extra smoothie!" she starts, I shake my head.
"Fine, but only you" I eye all the girls in the room, pulling up some sad faces.
"Not fair!" one says, I laugh, these girls are the best, if only Debby would have joined us.
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After giving the girls all a smoothie (and Giselle an extra one) I stayed home with Shasta, watching all the Jaws films. I don't think I would even manage to sleep after this. I turn on my laptop and go on facebook, seeing all the messages and texts, notifications. Once I finish reading all of them, a new message pops up. I frown, seeing the user is anonymous. I read the message:
COME TO THE ENTRANCE OF YOUR SCHOOL AT 12 O'CLOCK TONIGHT, OR YOU'LL WATCH YOUR BEST FRIEND DIE.
I stare at the message in a blank expression. I look at the time on my digital clock seeing it's 11:30 I dress up, close the laptop, turn off the TV and go out into the night.I hear a bark behind me and I see Shasta. Well, he didn't say anything about not bringing a dog.
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+Carrie+
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