Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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C H A P T E R N I N E | Wish For A School
I HAVE NEVER CONSIDERED MYSELF LUCKY. What exactly is luck? Your way out of struggles in an easy way or your excellent ability to get out of a situation? Or maybe, it's just a myth to inspire you into completing your tasks. I just know that's a department in which I'm not that good in. Nor will I ever be.
The roads were damp with rain water droplets covering most of its surface by darkening it. I was in a thin coat under which I had donned on a black tank top that was tight on me. It offered no protection against the cold winters or the prying eyes of people that lacked an aura.
The sky was bland; it was a cloudless night with less to no stars. It was a night of terror, I thought. I had just got my paycheck from the smuggler and he gave me another good deal, the price being my body. 'It's not like Iwasn't used before. I was just a dirty whore in his eyes.'
At that moment, running away from the child services and the orphanage seemed a great idea but now it sounded stupid and messed up. I had left my little Holly there. She didn't want to come. I told myselfmyself it was okay.
"Come back, you ungrateful little rascal!" I heard a loud demand from distant. I froze. From the distant, I spotted a young figure briskly walking up the road. Her mass of black curls were twisted into cornrows, each one held by a collection of colourful beads. Her dark eyes were set with an intense emotion as she stared right ahead. A man who looked to be in his early forties, came running out of the house. "Don't run away from me like your useless mommy! You're not my daughter anymore!" He was screaming profusely at her but she seemed fixated, lacking any sort of reluctance that would crack her. With a daunting look in her eyes, she popped open her bagand grabbed a snapback out of her bag and placed it over head of cornrows. Looking up, our gazes finally met.
"Who will even accept your pathetic self?" He was still shouting, his voice droning out in the distant as I found myself deviating towards her.
"I'm Cora. Cora Wilkins." She had a velvety edge to her deep voice. Fixing a look behind her, I turned back to her. "I'm..."
"Lets see if you'll run now!" My eyes widened once I saw the pistol in his hands. He aimed the gun at his daughter who gritted her teeth in anger and held my wrists in her steel grip. "He wouldn't hesitate. Trust me," she concluded, looking me in the eye. "We have to run."
