The Custodian (Revised)

Chapter 1

Lucy

What is peace?

This is a question I ask myself when I'm in trouble.

Trouble?! I'd like to admit that I stay in it. My reasons are valuable, and I explain myself to no one.

Fierce I am! So I've been told, as well as being told to change my illicit ways. I'm comfortable in my villain attire.

I raise my hand to push some of my curls back from my face. Not too bad for the beginning. I sit up in my bed and slide my manuscripts under a pillow before I turn my SmartTV on. The only time it's on is if I play Vevo, or Youtube for music.

One of my favorite things is a big painting of London's Bridge right above my headboard. It has lots of meaning, thus others would see just what it is. If someone would ask me "Would do you see Lucy?"

I'd tell them "I see my life."

If someone would ask me "What do you do in your spare time?"

I'd tell them "I like to reminisce."

Slo- Shut Out Of Paradise

Volume on 27.

Lets Dance!

I loved my younger days, for they were jocular.

I remember.

As a Senior in High School, I laughed with meaning for the last time.

I had friends that meant the world to me.

I remember...

I once had normality, when the average teens would stay up all night and create skip-days with troublesome peers.

I was in fact born into wealth, but It didn't make me quirky nor snobby. I would NOT extend my pinky finger while drinking from a tea cup. I preferred the hoodlums and skanks. I loved everything according to criminals.

Not all.

Just the ones that I could benefit from. What really goes on in America?

Another question I'd ask myself. What can I do to change something?

There's no heroes, no capes, no masks. So how do we know who's good or bad?

We don't.

Crime rates are always based off of poverty. Surviving in the "Land of the Free" is not always the case, so my family and I would do what we had to do to help the fallen communities.

According to the criminals, I was just like them.

My kind of villains dressed in suits.

Expensive suits!

Not to mention my twin brothers, Liam and Leko were not only the highest paid dealers in town. They also had a separate foundation to give back. Their way of making up for all of the dirty work they did.

"Leko for President!" They'd say. He was more outgoing than Liam. Very funny, sarcastic, and he loved people despite their situation. Liam was more quiet and behind scenes. Dangerously smart! But he wasn't into the social thing. Overall, they both loved to help.

His wardrobe was no less than Armani and Dior. He'd fly out to his women clients to have financial consultations leaving Liam in charge until he returned.

My Father started the business years ago before we were born. By the time the boys arrived, it progressed our family to become very wealthy in a short amount of time.

The twins started working for dad when they were in Middle School.

Sixth Graders, and millionaire minded. Once, Leko became old enough to travel alone, he'd fly all the way to London to get things acquainted...for clients in other countries. My brothers were experts at what they assembled. They were the fabric of their lifestyle!

Though money was the least of our family's issue, there were some other things we'd fight about. Leko knew that I were more prone Liam, so he'd get angry and signify me not to trust him because he secretly envied him because of Father's choice of leaving him in charge of everything.

I'd always stand in the middle to refuse them from fighting one another. It was as if everything our parents said went out of the other ear, but for some reason, I could get them both to shut up and listen to me.

Other than family drama, which most of us have, I'd be somewhere with my friends streaking!

My two best friends, Conrad and Tiff, and also, Kaos, Zandi, and Franki.

I met Conrad first from us being next door neighbors from toddlers. He has dark brown hair, grey eyes, and women were always crazy about him. Kaos and he were close like brothers, so he was also around as well. He too had flocks of women after him.

Kaos was redhead with blue eyes, bad-ass, and a proud alcoholic. He was the nuttiest of us all. We would only worry about him, if he didn't drink.

Tiff and I met in the third grade. "My personal version of Ms. Monroe" I'd call her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and her figure was as exotic as her beauty.

Zandi is a close cousin of mine, and Franki, short for Francesca met all of us in Middle School.

This was our little clique!

I laughed to myself at the thought. I use to be so alive... with no worries. Back then, Tiff was the only one who yearned for love and attention. She fell so easily and I hated it because I knew that handsome cocky guy was no good for her. You see danger ahead, and tell a blind person that there's a ditch in front of them, they'll still walk and fall into it.

That was always Tiff's case, and I was always there to drag her out of that ditch because that's a true friend's job.

Her short temper, was out of this world.

I smile at the accuracy.

On the other hand, my history with Conrad was rocky in the beginning. We'd get in trouble constantly from fighting one another almost everyday.

He's a year older than me, and I can honestly say, at one point, I'd grown to get along with him. To me, it was by force because when he and the twins played ball and video games a few times, he was allowed to come over anytime he wanted!