Ashlyn Ross is a normal teenage girl -to the outside world that is. she has a secret identity and only her parents and trusted trainer knows.
she's a gang boss that even her gang members don't know who she is. she goes by Rose and that's that. her...
i followed Noah into the hospital, holding the kitchen towel against my elbow. we strode up to the desk.
"can i help you?" the man sitting at the desk asked.
"she cut her elbow on a picture frame when she was running by it. i think it needs stitches." he said, gesturing to me. i held up my arm, showing him the blood soaked towel in response. the man nodded.
"follow me." we followed him through several hallways and then we got to a room with a bed in it. i laid down on it. the doctor came in and she didn't even make me change into the hospital gown. she just got the stitching equipment and began. she had forgotten the morphine but i didn't make a peep. it stung, but I'd survived worse. much worse. she finished and looked at me, noticing i didn't have an IV with morphine. she looked at me shocked.
"you didn't make a sound. and i didn't give you morphine."
"I've had worse injuries." i shrugged. she nodded, still eyeing me. i got up from the bed after she bandaged over it and we left. we were in there no longer than two hours. and as soon as i got home, i went to my bed and crashed down on it, falling asleep.
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the tornado siren started going off and i panicked, running for the cellar. but right before i could open the huge door and go down the steps, the tornado reached down with it's cartoonic arms and picked me up, sucking me up through a straw. i spun around and around and around and around until suddenly. my eyes opened.
i groaned and smacked my hand down on the alarm clock, not even bothering to look at which button i hit. i obviously didn't hit the off button because it kept blaring at me. after a few more tries, i picked it up, ripping it out of the plug and threw it across the room, making it shatter against the wall. i grinned in satisfaction and got out of bed, heading for my walk in closet. i stripped out of my t shirt, leaving me in only my underwear. i found a bra and put it on, then picked out my outfit, borrowing my mom's shoes.
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my mom had way more shoes than i did and i often borrowed them since we wore the same size.
i went downstairs, putting my phone in my black book bag. i slung it over one shoulder and went into the kitchen, grabbing a pancake and eating it plain.
"need a ride? I'm heading to the school soon." Noah asked. he was the gym teacher and football coach. he also taught taekwondo privately. that's where i mostly learned to fight.
"nah. can i drop my bag in your car though?" he nodded and i headed outside. i pulled my phone back out of my bag and dropped the bag in the front seat of Noah's car. i put my phone in my jacket pocket, zipping it. then i half way zipped the main zipper and went to the garage door. i pushed my opener button and the one on the far right opened. the first one was for my mom and she had a shiny red convertible. my dad had a black dodge challenger. and i didn't even have a car. i had this:
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my night black crotch rocket revealed itself as the garage door lifted. i grinned evilly. i put my glasses down on my face and strode over to the beautiful bike. i lifted the kick stand and straddled it. i didn't even bother with my helmet, needing to feel the wind in my hair. besides, i wouldn't be going any faster than fifty. i started it and leaned forward, gripping the handles. i twisted the right handle and it took off. i barely pushed the garage button before i was out of range. i turned on the main road, cutting somebody off and tore off down the road, swerving the slow moving cars, they were all going around twenty while i was doing fifty, squeezing between them, passing them quickly.
a light turned red and i pulled up in between two of the lead cars. i put my feet on the ground, balancing my bike and turned to find a truck filled with guys. the entire bed and cab of it was packed. they all stared at me and the gorgeous bike. i wiggled my fingers at them in a half wave. they all raised their hands, to star struck by me. i was used to it. my mom taught me how to make the boys drool and tease them a bit. then leave them in the dirt. the light turned green and i took off, lifting my feet from the ground and leaning forwards. the truck kept up with me until i was a block from the school. then they got stuck behind a slow car. i could hear all their groans and complaints. i snickered and turned for the school. i pulled up to it and sat up. my phone started ringing and i pulled it out of my jacket, turning off my bike.
"hello?" i asked into the mic. i pushed the kickstand down and leaned against my bike.
"are you at the school?" Noah asked.
"yes."
"can you tell the principal i'll be late? I'm stuck in traffic."
"ya, sure."
"thanks." then he hung up and i put my phone back in my pocket, right before the truck full of guys pulled up, parking two spaces away from me. one of the guys spotted me and said something, pointing. they all turned to look and me and i wiggled my fingers again. a few girls nearby went up to the guys who had piled out of the truck and started flirting with them. the driver of the truck got out and swiped a hand through his hair. four girls swarmed him, confessing they liked him and all that. but he ignored them and instead looked at me. i looked elsewhere and watching him with my eyes. my reflective glasses made it easy to get away with that. he pushed one of the girls to the side gently and started to walk towards me. he wore a leather jacket like me and jeans. only he didn't pull it off half as good as i did. i turned my head and looked at him. he was kind of cute. all the girls he had ditched took one look at me and their mouths dropped. they were the bitchy whiny good girls while i was the dangerous badass bad girl. it was obvious which this guy preferred.
