My Secret

1: As it was

AN/// Hey guys so I'm gonna be updating more and I'm deciding that imma change the story up and make it better because I wrote this when I was 13 and was a complete idiot then with my stories. I'm not drastically changing the story but I'm overall improving it.

Bella

I woke this morning to the sun shining in my face and the annoying sound of my phone's alarm. I sat up in bed gently rubbing my eyes, I would give an entire leg to not have to go to school. I slid out of bed and tiredly walked into the bathroom. As I got undressed for my shower and waited for my water to get hotter I looked at myself in the mirror.My Long blond hair was having a war with itself and I had a small trail of dried spit on my chin. I also noticed that the bruise I had gotten earlier this week was a nice light shade of yellow. I had gotten punched in the face last week by one of the jocks because I "accidently" got dirt on his brand new white shoes that he had "just" bought. Rolling my eyes at the memory I jumped in the shower once the water got to the boiling hot temperature.

After my shower I slipped on my favorite pair a black ripped jeggings that I had gotten at American Eagle, a light green long sleeve shirt and my white slip on vans. I slapped some mascara and eyeshadow on my eyelids, ran a brush through my hair and made my way downstairs. I was greeted by the sight of my little brother; Christian, at the kitchen island shoveling Lucky Charmes into his mouth,my mother looking at him disgustingly from the other end of the island and my Father laughing at the news. I read the title that the news had in large bold letters

Underground fight ring evades police. Police are out of potential suspects. The FBI called into action.

I rolled my eyes at my Dad, of course he's laughing at that, the crazy bastard. I gave my mom a soft smile and kissed her head while I walked over to the coffee pot.

"Good Morning honey," my mom cheerfully said her voice ringing like bells. I nodded my head at her, I don't do human interaction before coffee. I poured some coffee into my Starbucks coffee thermos, also throwing in some creamer and a little bit of sugar, then screwing the lid on tight. "Honey don't forget that you have a match tonight and training tomorrow after school"

"Yeah Ma I know, I'm super excited" I said with a completely blank face.Yeah Mom because working out with a bunch of: rude,stinky men, then coming home and watching Shameless sounds wonderful. I leaned my back against the white granite counter countertop taking a sip of the liquid perfection in my hand.

My dad turned around his arm handing over the back of the couch as he looked at me, an ecstatic grin on his face, "Bella I know that you don't want to come down to the gym, but I need your help picking out the new trainees tomorrow" he drug out tomorrow in a light teasing tone knowing he was inviting me to do something I enjoyed. Inflicting pain.

"Yeah dad I know i'll be there I promise" I said giving him a soft smile. I've always been a daddy's girl, my dad has taught me everything I know. He worked everyday with me to perfect my every skill, he might have caused a lot of blood,sweat and tears trying to get me where I am but he did it.

I pushed myself off the counter, saying my goodbyes as I walked out the door taking a second to mess with Christian hair, which he angrily swat at my hand for, and grabbing my car keys off the hook by the door. I walked out to the bark navy blue 2017 Chevy Malibu my parents bought for my 16th birthday last year. I sat down double checking that my bag was still in my passenger seat.The bag has my school costume in it, which consists of these big bulky glasses that practically cover my entire face,and fake slip on braces that cover my already perfect teeth. I slip the glasses and braces on and sigh, it wasn't always like this. When we lived in Chicago I was the most popular girl in school, but that all came crumbling down when we got caught.

The FBI had found our little hidey hole that we were running the underground fighting ring in, thanks to a certain loudmouth fighter who couldn't keep a secret if his life depended on it, and we had to move locations when I was 15. Now we live in Los Angeles and everything has changed. Now I'm going under the Alias of Samantha Micheals, a nerdy, quiet girl that gets bullied and pushed around like she couldn't take any of these boys out before they could blink. Our entire operation had to be rebuilt,our reputation, fighters, match sites, everything. It almost destroyed us. My dad's entire life's work was in Chicago. He built it up himself when he was my age. Coming from a broken family and living on the street before he even graduated High School. Then feeling like he finally made it, all for it to be torn down in front of his eyes.

I shook the sad thoughts out of my head, quickly putting my car in gear and backing out of the driveway. I listened to Panic! At The Disco on my drive there pulling into the parking lot 15 minutes before 1st period was supposed to start. I grabbed my blue Jansport backpack,with my coffee strapped comfortably in the side pocket, and stepped out of my car. I slipped my phone into my back pocket,locked my car and headed straight into hell