She's My Bodyguard

Chapter 1: Death

Slowly opening my eyes, I saw the beaming of light radiating from my glass window. The morning felt so fresh and I found my lips forming a curve. The weather is absolutely good to start my day, too good for me to get myself out of my bed. I mean, who wouldn't want to stay lying on a comfortable bed with this fine weather?

I thought this would be one of my lazy days until I remember something.

School.

Yeah, that thing when teenagers like me were sent in a place wherein elders keep talking about graduating and finding about a good job that pays enough to support our future family. They tell us about how much we don't know and question the things that we already know. They give us words to memorize, stories to understand, and facts to believe in.

I don't really hate school, no offense, but it simply irritates me. It irritates me to have professors that will define you with the number of A's and F's that you get in their exam. It irritates me to be bored and stuck in the four walls of the classroom. It bores me a lot.

So when Coach Bob invited me to try Martial Arts, I did not hesitate. It's a pretty cool sport and my dad already taught me the basics when I was a kid. I learned self-defense. Plus, I get to travel around the world to compete in different countries which means exemption in class.

"Sweetie, breakfast is ready! Get down here" I heard my dad shout from the kitchen.

"Coming!" I replied and quickly grabbed the blanket off me.

I took a 5-minute shower and put on my skinny jeans, white converse and a comouflage tshirt with its sleeves rolled up. My blond hair is still dripping wet so I pulled it up on a messy bun. Running, I went out my room with my bag hanging on my right shoulder then I hurried down the stairs.

I found my dad setting the table. A mouth-watering mountain of pancakes is served. GREAT!

"Morning dad" I greeted him as I pulled a chair and sat. I piled a minimumof five pancakes on my plate and started eating.

"Morning sweetie." he greeted back with the warmest smile. "Easy there, I don't want my favorite daughter to choke to death."

"Dad I'm your one and only daughter."

He took a sip on his coffee, "Exactly"

I gave him a death glare and he bursts into laughter. That's my dad, Robert Chase. He's a policeman and he's an awesome one. A kick-the-criminal's-butt kind of policeman. He also works for a certain family as an assisstant, i'm not sure. He don't usually talk about it.

He's the best man in the entire universe and that's an understatement. I love him so much I could literally die for him. He gave me everything I needed and did everything he could for me. The man's my savior.

"So tell me about your vacation in England, places you've been, guys you've met. I heard British boys have this sexy accent." He asked after he managed to stop laughing.

"Dad, it was not a vacation, and I spent most of my time training in the gym. The only time I would go out is when I eat in the nearest McDonalds- which is fortunately twelve steps away from my doorway." I piled another set of pancakes on my plate. "And those British guys run away like scared puppies just before they could actually ask my name."

"Because you scare them off by your threats just before they could actually talk."

"Not my fault. They're just coward and definitely-"

"NOT YOUR TYPE." dad finished my sentence. " Are you sure you're not lesbian?"

"Dad!" I shouted and punched his shoulders playfully.