Black Days (Damian Wayne fanfic)

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It's just a usual school morning for Cleo Agatha Cunningham. She is the only daughter of Clint and Mia Cunningham, one of the top billionaires of Gotham City. You might as well spot her as the popular, pretty, spoiled girl at your neighborhood. She had never been the same since her grandmother died. Her father is overly strict, her mother is the best person aside from her grandmother. She is given daily pocket money with her demanding amount and it is given to her as she wants. So in return, she gets her parents the best score she can make, got a scholarship for her next year in school. And today is her 2nd year of High School.

{Agatha's POV}

Beep beep beep beep

6:30.

As usual, I hate it. Especially when the first day of school is Monday. Fuck it!

My phone beeps. I checked it.... Group chat is lit🔥

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Emily: Josh, you fuckin serious bout asking Karla out?😂😂😂

I laughed my shit out, is he serious bout this.

(Karla is the school's nerd. I wouldn't consider myself a nerd, I rarely study. I just read, then BOOM, its all in my mind)

Hayley: hahahhaha😂😂!!!!

Nick: The fuck!!!!😂😂👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Go for it man!👍

Me: U serious bout this, Josh?😂 If yes, then it shall be my pleasure to announce your wedding!! 😂🙃

Aiden: Nice one, Agie! It shall be my pleasure to book you 2 a hotel to hook up!!

Hannah: And it shall be my pleasure to announce that she is pregnant with your kid!!

Josh: Agie!!! You nearly destroyed my reputation! I would never fuckin date that nerd. Hahah!! 🙌🏻🙌🏻

Me: hahhah😂👌🏻👌🏻

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I'm quite confused why we're the only ones online in this group chat. Usually when a group chat is lit, everyone is on.

I put my phone down and took a bath. I then wear the outfit above⬆️. My girls told me to wear these so that we all look the same, well similar. I put my makeup on and I went downstairs.

"Morning mom and dad." I greeted

"Morning, honey." Mom said

"Morning Agatha. Here is your pocket money."

Dad handed me $30 dollars as always.

"Thanks, dad."

"Achieve more good grades like you used to or else no more pocket money for you."

Even though he is strict, I love him. He is my dad.

"Ok, dad. I gotta go now. Bye mom, dad."

Without another word, I went outside and went to the bus station. About 10 minutes later, my school bus arrived. As I walked in, I saw a boy my age with jet black hair like mine, and is wearing a black hoodie. I never saw him at school before, maybe he is new. I walked to the back of the bus with all my friends, more like gang. We rule the school, no one dares to interfere.