HELLO EVERY ONE!!!!
Before we begin please know that I wrote this when I was an angsty youngster and it is filled with fluff, cringe, and some clichés.
You have been warned!
Chapter 1 - Violet's POV
"Kylie! We need to go now!" I yelled, as I shrugged on my leather jacket quickly. My little sister Kylie came running down the hallway her pitch black hair falling down her back, her blue eyes held worry.
"I'm here, let's go!" She said, slinging her rucksack over her shoulder. I grabbed my duffel bag, and ran out of the house. Kylie following close behind me. We ran down to the side of the street, taking out the keys to my motorbike, I straddled my bike and turned on the ignition. I handed my sister the motorbike helmet and she strapped it on. Kylie quickly hopped on squeezing my waist tightly.
"Ready to go?" I asked, turning around to look at my sister. "Yeah, let's go." She said, her voice came out as a whisper.
Revving the engine, I took one last look at our apartment as we drove off.
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We rode for hours, stopping when we got hungry or needed gas. It was a three hour drive to Pennsylvania, and we were already halfway. I could not believe we were leaving New York, my Dad died from cancer when I was fifteen. Leaving my Mum to take care of me and Kylie, although one month ago my Mum was driving back from her office late at night. When a bunch of drunk teenagers ran a red light and crashed into my Mum's car. She died.
I knew that child services would eventually come for me and Kylie but I could not let that happen, I was too scared if they were to separate us. Besides, I am eighteen in two months, I can take care of Kylie myself. Til then, we would have to lay low. I still need to finish my last year of high school, then I can get a stable job. Before my Dad died he taught me how to fight, he worked by training people in boxing and karate. Luckily for me, I was a natural. I don't care if street fighting is illegal, it pays the bills and it will keep me and Kylie off the streets.
After another hour of driving and one stop, we finally made it to Bedford Pennsylvania! It was already dark, I followed signs to the road where our flat was. I managed to talk to a drunk real estate agent back in New York, he told me about the houses he sold down here, so I managed to get a cheap deal for a flat on the outskirts of this town. I parked on the side of the road, looking up at a small three-story building that looked like it was about to crumble to pieces at any given moment.
"Kylie, we're here." I said, turning around to see that she was sleeping. Her arms still tightly wrapped around my waist.
"Kylie!" I say again, shaking her.
"What, what happened?" She asks groggily, looking around.
"Nothing happened, we're here!" I say, at that her face instantly lights up.
"Really?! It's about time!" She says, getting off the bike and stretching her legs. I get up too, stretching my arms as I turn off the ignition and put the keys in my pocket. Grabbing Kylie's hand I pull her towards our new home, opening what I assume is the front door we step into a small foyer. There were some dusty paintings of different landscapes lining the walls, and a small staircase in the middle of the foyer.
"It smells." Comments Kylie from behind me, scrunching her nose up in disgust. I let out a small chuckle.
"Come on squirt, we're on the second floor, room four." I say, as we start to climb up the stairs. After four flights of stairs, we are on our floor. Walking down to the mouldy oak door that read '4.' The landlord said he would leave the keys under the mat, so peeling back the wretched mat, I am met with a set of silver keys. I pick them up and unlock the door, turning on the lights as me and Kylie look around. It looked like a pretty decent flat, a small white coloured kitchen was to my right. There was even a small island with two bar stools, in the middle of the room was an old leather sofa. A small TV hung on the wall. Down the hall was two small sized rooms that each consisted of one single bed and a dresser. Right opposite one of the rooms was a bathroom.
"I dibs this room!" Yells Kylie, running into the bedroom opposite the bathroom.
"Fine." I say, walking further down the hallway to my room. We were so lucky that the landlord furnished the flat, as we could not hire a moving company, they would be suspicious about two kids moving across the country by themselves.
"Kylie, go brush your teeth and have a shower, you need to go to sleep!" I yell from my room, as I start to put clothes into my dresser.
"Okay!" I hear her yell back, and a few minutes later I hear the shower go on. I look at my watch and look at the time. 7:30pm. I thought about trying to look around town for a bar where I could street fight, but I was tired and it was Sunday tomorrow anyway. Tomorrow, I also have to go to Kylie's middle school and my high school to pick up our books and timetables. Stifling a yawn, I pick up my toothbrush, my toothpaste, and my pyjamas. I walk to the bathroom and open the door to see Kylie in her pyjamas brushing her teeth.
"Hurry up squirt, I need to shower!"
"Ohkey, okkey." She mutters, the toothpaste still in her mouth. I laugh as she rinses her mouth.
"Can I watch TV? It's not that late, and it's Sunday tomorrow!" Kylie says as she looks at me with puppy dog eyes.
"Fine, go ahead." I say, as she scrambles out of the bathroom. A small smile forms on my face as I watch her retreating figure.
Sighing, I look in the mirror. I see my long wavy black hair and grey eyes that I am so familiar with. My olive skin glowed in the dim bathroom light, my high cheekbones prominent. I was skinny and tall, or as my Mum would say 'lanky.' Even though I was slim, I was toned due to all the fighting I did. Shrugging out of my leather jacket, blue top, and jeans. I climb into the shower, it felt like hot needles were cutting into my body. After a good few minutes in the shower, I got out. Wrapping around one of the towels Kylie brought for me, I changed into sweatpants and a thin top. I quickly brushed my teeth and went into the living room, to find Kylie watching a cartoon on Nickelodeon. That's one of the upsides to having a junkie as your landlord, I easily persuaded him over the phone for him to supply us with TV channels, cutlery, soap, and other necessities. I look down at my watch, 8:00.
"You can watch TV for another twenty minutes, and after that you are going to bed."
"Okay," says Kylie. Happy that she was watching for longer. I go into the kitchen, opening the fridge praying that the landlord gave us some food. I find a small carton of milk, some juice boxes, and a packet of chocolate. I definitely had to go food shopping tomorrow as well. I walk back to the living room. Around twenty minutes later I send Kylie to bed, as I browse other channels on the TV. I eventually settle on an action movie that was on, it was pretty boring but I didn't know what else to do.
After a while, my eyelids started to droop form everything that had happened today, and I was soon in a peaceful slumber.
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Fighting in the Shadows
Azione-COMPLETED- Seventeen-year-old Violet Lockwood has always been a rule breaker. But when her parents both pass away, now she is in charge of her twelve-year-old sister Kylie. Violet decides to move to a sleepy town in Pennsylvania in order to protec...
