Black Lips Never Smile

AB TO Z

My name is "Z"
I live in america and i am a normal American girl with no dreams or talents I have pale skin and long Brown curly hair .
My dad is a normal business man and my mother is his Secretary.

That is my cover story that is, what I let people think that is what I allow the people I know to think, but in reality I'm an British girl who moved here with her dad a CEO of a company and my mother is his bitch. I'm a rebellious car racing assassin with a crave for revenge, I am a vampire princess ,I am royalty but act far from it most of the time my real name is Zara star born black.I am the future queen of the undead England I am the keeper of the dark thrown and I have a serious attitude problem mostly toward people who are in my way.

But welcome to my story let's hope it isn't a short one .

*the start*
I am woken by a loud ringing noise jolting up in my bed I throw a blade from under my pillow at the wall clock on instinct.

"Fuck sake not another one !"
I say in annoyance

I swing my legs over the edge of my large plush bed pulling the black silky cover of me mentally preparing myself for another long drive to my grans old house .

She had recently gone missing and I was sent by my father to seek out info on her sudden disappearance it was unlike her to not leave a hidden clue so I know there will be one I just have to find it .

I stand up quickly stretching and walked into the bath room picking up my clothes of the draws sat beside the bathroom door I always prepare my clothes the night before knowing I would always be in a hurry.

I lean into the shower turning the water on steaming the mirrors and windows almost instantly I peal my underwear from my body stepping under the sharp rays of water cleansing me of the sweat from my sleep waking me up refreshed and ready for the day .

After I scrubbed my hair of all the shampoo I dried myself of and dressed quickly putting on some fluffy white socks a pair of black ripped jeans a fluffy white jumper tucking the front in only and slipping into my leather jacket it was like my baby that thing I always wore it no matter what .

I stilled out of my bathroom into my room and down the hall leafing me to the large stairs cascading towards the front door and dining hall and the best part is it leads to the kitchen and walk in cupboard 😍😍

I love food so much I not fat or thin I'm tined not gonna lie but I can't help it that food is so fucking sexy and water fountain worthy .

I stroll into the kitchen and grab a breakfast bar of the side and grab my fags and my keys I headed to the door slipping into my Nike air max in black and white .

After I locked up the house I continued to my mini car taking a long lasting look at my motor bike stood there begging to be ridden into the sunset but sadly I have a reputation to keep so I can't risk it I barley get away with fags let alone weed oh how I missed being high or drunk but I can't let my guard down I have enemy's and missions that need seeing to so the partying has to wait .

I arrive at the school in no time pulling into the boring grey parking lot parking in my usual spot I take one last look in the mirror of my car and slip on some black framed glasses and wiped of the remaining red lipstick from last night.

I jump out the car and stride across the lot and into the school hearing suppressed anger from all the students as they peer around the halls either giving death glares to a nerd or a cheating ex .

I walk past all the whispers and to the front desk where a small lady asks for my name then hands me my schedule.

I unfold the yellowed paper and look down at my torture schedule looks like I have English first hooray .