The Town's Badass

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When Harriet woke up, she was greeted with a painful headache in the morning, as if someone mercilessly banging her head with a hammer. Ah, its the hangover. She groaned and threw a look around the room, still not fully conscious.

The first thing she saw was a blaring red number of 9:04 AM, then a various notifications that keep popping up from her phone, causing the annoying noise that woke her up.

It was Calla, her friend that brought the car for last night celebration due to Harriet's winning, Calla bring her boyfriend, two of her guy-friends and Fiona, another Harriet's friend.

Calla is that friend that instead call the police, without any second thought she would thoroughly hide the body you just killed, she will literally do it if Harriet was cruel enough to kill a person. She have an good amount of sass to be Harriet's bestfriend, very opinionated and quite flirty among guys. She have the exotic, tan glowing skin, thick lips, twinkling wide hazelnut eyes and black curly hair. With her looks, her confidence and model-like body, Calla is used to have all eyes drawn on her whereever she walked, the girl was aiming to be an international model, afterall.

While Fiona is the calm, demure, mom friend who need to keep both of her bestfriend at the bay, people might thought she is a cold person, but once you know her, you will be surprised by the amount of wit she have in her. She have the pale as snow skin, naturally wavy, glowing golden hair that reaches her elbow, and a pair of azure eyes, with overwhelming amount of intellegence behind them. By how she carries herself, people might thought she was a noble, but it was just the elegance practically seeping out from her. The girl was interested to become a lawyer, and currently a bright college student in a decent law school, she will graduate with flying colors in no time.

How Harriet met those two was still filled under the "odd encounters". The coffee shop that they visited separately was full, no chairs was left, having no other choice, those three have to sit together, despite they don't know each other. The first agonizing 30 minutes was awkward, nobody talked but played with their phone, then Fiona was the one who left first. Then Harriet. Then Calla.

The next day, the same thing happened all over again, then after about 15 minutes, Calla snapped and introduced herself, thinking it would be nice to have acquintances instead than awkward strangers, then those two followed suit.

Afterwards, they talked about themselves and swapped interesting stories, then they exchanged their numbers and chatted along from the group Harriet had created. Then it goes to occasional weekends hangouts and mostly it was Calla that complains about boys, since Harriet and Fiona don't have any time for romantic relationship due to their business. Since then, they are pretty much inseparable.

Now, back to current state.

Somehow she managed to sleep in her room, and thank the lord she still have her clothes on. Maybe her friends was kind enough to drove her home and carried her. On last night celebration on a bar with her friends she took a few.. shots, because of that, her clear only memories of the celebration was half through it, when she was sober. The rest of them is there, but hard to decipher.

"Whatever," she thought "At least I still have my clothes on."

Harriet McKenzie, a 19 year old redhead that was just two days ago came home to her hometown, Brooklyn from her kickboxing tournament at Russia. She have a quite fair skin with normal amout of freckles above them, her hair color was as red as maple leaf when it was auntumn reached her shoulder, and a pair of intense celadon eyes, eternal fire behind them. Harriet has been suceeded on bringing her name to the world, and by the end of the year, she will have another tournament on China, watched by worldwide viewers. In order to win that tournament, she need to level up her training intensity.

But now, she need to calm down her hangover, then, after she could move a limb she will exercise. Light exercise was always the red head's way to reduce her hangover, not that she drinks often, she need to stay healthy since she have a tons of tournaments to won.

Groaning, she reached her hand under her bed, where she kept her first aid kits and a gun. Just for emergency. Then, she took two aspirin and dry swallow both at once. After chatted her parter in crime, Calla, and laying on the bed for nearly an hour, she got up and wen't to shower.

Harriet is living by herself, her dad is nowhere to be seen, all that she ever knows since she was a kid that she only have a mom, an alcoholic one. When she was 16, her mom started abusing her by unkind words and blows on the head. One day, Harriet snapped and sent her mom to rehabilitaion forcefully after consulted it with her school counselor.

She managed to live alone in their old house, thankfully she is an athelete, the money she work for suffice her living. Though, by this age, she should be in college, but decided against it since she was so busy with tournaments. Maybe if her schedule wasn't so tight, she would consider going to college.

If only they weren't so tight..

She went to a jog around the park near her house after that, fortunately, today's weather is her favorite; windy and cloudless.

Harriet doesn't really have anything agaisn't clouds nor the radiant sun, but sometimes the clouds blocks the blue sky, and she hates it when all she sees is plain white. Sometimes, she would close her eyes, and imagined the blue sky engulfed her, making her feel light and then dissolve into nothing.

After a few laps, she streched herself on the park just to prevent any muscle cramps. Exercising really do soothes her hangover, the headache wasn't as painful as then. After a few workouts, an aspirin and a nap, she will be perfectly fine.

"...It wouldn't hurt to visit the library." Harriet muttered to herself.