(School outfit^^^)
Its been 2 weeks since Mom and Dad died and I feel beyond lost.
Uncle Max has been breaking his back trying to cheer me up and get me everything I needed for school. He bought me a whole new wardrobe, though he protested in my sexy style he still got them.
Ive been street fighting to keep myself occupied. I guess its not the healthiest coping mechanism but it works for me. Theres an abandon arena underground that many of us use to compete and I happen to be the undefeated champion. I mainly fight other women however I've fought my fair share of men. My best friend Dallas is a fighter too, she's the second undefeated champion. Im sure you guys are wondering if we've ever went against eachother and the answer is yes, yes we have. My other Best friend Jade usually comes with us but she stays behind the scenes, I guess you would call her our manager. She books our fights and handles the money aspect. Oh yeah, who ever wins the fight will win the agreed bounty for that night. Finally we have our dear friend Moxie, she is a very timid, very weak kind of girl. She's never been in a fight and she'll cry over any altercation, (Its okay though we love her, she's like our baby sister) as small as she is, she's still very handy. Moxie's our own personal medic.
I cant help but think what this year will hold for me. Being the new girl is something that I never really had to deal with. Everyone always new me as the toughest bitch around, the girl you never wanted as your enemy. People at my old school respected me and knew of my "work" outside of the class room. However Max suggested I keep this hidden because he doesnt want me to get into any trouble. He says the kids at this school are more daring and rough then the others. I guess the only good thing about coming here is the people are more of a challenge and I certainly love a good fight. Another thing im glad about is that my girls transferred schools to be with me, the only problem is they come a week after I start.
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Dreams can be amazing sometimes, like right now im dreaming about chasing a Huuuuugee hot fudge sundae.
"Pipes, Wake up hun." .... What the fuck, my sundae is talking.
"Pipes, C'mon you've got school today. Cant be late on the first day." Hmmm that voice sounds kinda like Uncle Max.
I feel something grab my shoulder. "PIPER MONROE!!! GET UP!"
"Holy shit!!" I flew off the bed with a Screech. Frantically looking around I see max smirking as he leaned against my bed post.
"You're the worst." I said narrowing my eyes.
"Well maybe if you'd get up the first time, I wouldnt have to yell."
Max is a pretty big dude. He's like 6'0 about 250 lbs of solid muscle and his voice is deeeeep. So imagine how scared shitless I was. I look more like him then I did my own father. We have the same foggy grey eyes, chocolate colored hair, full pink lips and a few freckles. I stand at a good 5'7, ive got a huge bust, an hourglass figure, perky bum, fit stomach, long legs and a cute button nose. Lots of guys find me attractive but I think im pretty average.
"Well im up now, so go make me some breakfast. Ill be down in a few." I stood up and kissed his cheek before strolling into the bathroom.
Once I heard my door shut I started to brush my teeth. Then I took a quick shower and went to my closet.
Ughh! What to wear, What to wear. I decided on a red off the shoulder long sleeve croptop, black jeans, and a pair of booties. I got dressed, straightened my wild curls, added some lip gloss then eyeliner. I grabbed my bag making sure my gym clothes, binder, phone, charger, headphones, pen, wallet and snacks were all present before running downstairs.
"Hey I made waffles, bacon, sausage and -"
I grabbed two waffles making a sausage and bacon sandwich and scarfed it down.
"Sorry I was starving." I said adding a burp.
" Eww your such a guy!" Max shook his head and threw me my car keys.
I hugged him good bye and left. On my way to school I got a text from Dallas.
*Dallas- Hey did you get there?*
Half eyeing the road I texted back
*Me- Almost, Ill text you my schedule once I have it.*
*Dallas- Alrighty*
I slowed down and entered the parking lot. Once I got out I noticed people whispering. I rolled my eyes and went into the building. The halls were massive and only half filled with students, im assuming some were already in study hall. After a second I realized I had no idea where the main office was so I found the nearest kid and went up to them. She was short and chubby with blonde hair and brown eyes.
"Excuse me? Can you point me in the direction of the main office?" She stared at me in awe before she answered.
"I, um, sure follow me." She seemed nervous.
"Mind if I ask you something?" She knodded and allowed me to continue.
"Why do you seem freaked out?"
She let out a shy laugh. "Because your stunning! And non of the girls around here are anywhere near your level. Not even the popular snobs." I was a bit taken back but smirked.
"Tell me, whats your name? And how do things work around here?"
"Im Abby, and theres of course the popular crowds and the losers. The popular kids get the best seats, in lunch, at the field, in the auditorium, etc. While we stay in our places to avoid being bullied but even then we still get tortured." She finished with a sigh.
I shook my head and stayed quiet. We finally arrived in front of the office. She nudged me in and waved goodbye. My eyes landed on a fat old man at the front desk.
"What can I do for you sweetheart?" He had a country accent and his eyes traveled my body. Disgusting.
"My name is Piper Monroe. Im new and I need my schedule."
"Oh so you're the lovely Piper! Here you go beautiful." He winked and handed me a laminated paper. I resisted the urge to vomit and gave him a polite smile. Before leaving I looked towards the door that said "Principal Farris". The door was slightly opened, when I saw a figure about to step out. I locked eyes with the most electric blue orbs ive ever seen. I felt like I could stare at them forever. The sound of the bell brought me out of my daze.
"Shit!" I cursed before sprinting to my first class.
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