Through It All 2

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"Gemma, come on you're going to miss your flight!" my mom yells.

"I'm coming!" I yell as I grab my suit case. I take one last look at my room. I am being sent to live with my father. Because, I got kicked out of almost schools in the area and my mom says she doesn't know what to do with me. So, she and my dad thought I needed a change in scenery; which is bullshit by the way. My mom didn't like the fact that I was a part of the Mafia gang and didn't like the life I was living.

(Airport)

The whole time she is talking to me I am not paying any attention. I am texting my girls from Miami and they are excited to see me. My mom and I moved to L.A. when I was a freshman. That's when things really changed with me. She was trying to get me to be her; prefect and not involved with gangs. She was grooming me to take over her hair business. I am just not with that. I want to be a photographer. I am really good at it and she just doesn't get it. But, I am really good at it. It's my passion.

"You hear me?" she ask

"What you say?"

"I said we are here. Your dad sent the private jet for you. I will miss you Gem."

"Mm..." I say I get out the car. I look at the jet and it is Mafia colors black and gold. The bag guy helps me with my bags and loads them. My mom comes and hugs me. I don't hug her back. I just get on the plane. The pilot comes on the intercom saying we were leaving in a few minutes. The flight attended gave me a menu. But, I had already eaten and I was ready for a nap.

(Miami Beach, Florida)

I step off the jet and see my dad standing in front of a black and gold Lincoln. I run down the steps and jump on him. He squeezes me tight then puts me down. He gets my bags and puts them in the truck. He gets in and pulls off.

"So, I heard from ya mom what happened and now I want to hear from you." he says

"I got into a fight with a group of girls who thought that they could try me and I got expelled from school."

"I know that. I am talking about why you aren't talking to your mother."

"She wants me to be her. My dreams aren't real enough for her. She is so supportive of Summer and her crazy dreams to be a dancer but me wanting to be a photographer isn't real. I am very good at what I do."

"I know I got the photos you sent. My business partners asked "who was the artist behind the work?" and I told them you and they have brought them." He says reaching in the glove box pulling out an envelope and hands it to me. I look inside and it is full of cash. "I didn't keep the money for myself. Now, I don't have many rules but these right here:

1: No fighting (unless you have too)

2: Be respectful to me and others

3: Get good grades

4: If you go out come back at curfew; which is 12 am on weeknights and 2 am on weekends.

I ain't going to tell you not to do gang shit because I know you are not going to listen. But, I do want you to stay away from anything that has to do with selling drugs. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

(My new home)

We pull up to this house that is right on the beach. I get excited because this will be a great place to take photos. His maid and butler come out and get the bags. He pulls me to the side and hands me a pair of keys. I click the unlock button and it is to black Jaguar XJ with gold rims. I hug him. He tells me to go check it out and I do. I had just gotten my driver's three weeks ago and my mom said that I didn't deserve a car. As I am checking out my car I see a guy that looks around my age come up to my dad. He waves me over. I lock up the car.