West Brooke High

14

Well, now you know my story and you have an insight on how bad my life really is.

Instead of drowning in my sorrow, I'm currently at the gym.
Part of my training is boxing and brushing up my martial art skills. Today is body building day though. I chose to do body building. No one told me that it was part of my job. I wanted to do it. It makes me feel more powerful and independent.
At this moment, I am doing push ups. Breathe in. Breathe out.

1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10..11..12

Gradually, I am making my way on 50 push ups.
Every week I set my self a new target. This week is trying to do as many push ups as possible.

"Following me?" I here a voice call out

Alex.

I finish my 50th push up and slowly look up.
I exhale before replying,

"Does it look like I'm stalking you?" I say, motioning to the equipment around me, obviously as a rhetorical question.

"How many push ups can you do?"

"More than I just did" I sigh with a frown

He ruined my target

"What else do you do?" He asks, clearly intrigued

"Ummm...I'm a body builder, as I'm sure you just saw. I also practice boxing. I am a black belt karate and Kung-fu and know some kick boxing."

"Woah. How do you accomplish all of that?"

"I'm a fast learner and my reaction time is on point, I guess. Anyways, I gotta get going"

I stand up to leave but Alex carry's on the conversation

"I still have that bet against you, ya know?"

"Yup"

"Well, I want you to be my personal.... hmmm... assistant"

"Not today, yeah?" I say, kinda depressed

Before he could say anything else, I frown, walk away and head straight for the exit
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She's hiding something. I can sense it. She's usually so bubbly and sort of like a bunny rabbit.

So, being the curious human I am, I'm doing the only reasonable thing I can think of. I'm following her.

Hey! Don't look at me like that! I need answers that I can't just ask for.

I hop into my car and I ,from here, can see that she is taking the bus. Interesting.

I follow the bus and she's getting off the bus in the really really really dangerous part of town. I've been to her house, because of the party, (don't worry, I'm not that much of a stalker) and this is in the totally wrong part of town.
Her house is in the rich neighbourhood and this neighbourhood... well... it's not really... high class.

So what is she doing here?

I've parked my car somewhere near. I walk extremely quietly to where I saw her go.
She lifts some planks of wood from the backyard and enters a, what seems to be, haunted house or better yet, crime scene.

Yellow tape is wrapped around areas of the house and the windows have been closed of with wood. Graffiti of all sorts are covering the walls. Some of the art, however, is really deep. One I'm particular stands out. An angel with broken wings and the angel is crouched down on the ground, grasping for air. The initials signing off the master piece is, MQ. Maya Queen.