Scarlet's POV.
I woke in the morning, my alarm clock waking me up with its obnoxious sound. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes & stood up walking towards the bathroom to freshen up.
I took a warm shower which instantly relaxed my muscles & washed my chocolate colored hair with my favorite raspberry scented shampoo & conditioner. After taking a shower I wrapped a purple fluffy towel around my bare body. I dried my hair with a blow dryer & put it in a ponytail. I put on my undergarments & decided on wearing my grey yoga pants & Black tank top accompanied with white cardigan which complimented my pale complexion.
I took my iPod with me & didn't care to take my headphones since I rarely wear them (they give a headache) & went out for my routine morning walk. I blasted the music from my iPod & didn't give a damn about the death glares. It's my life, after all, why should I care about others. YOLO!!!
Suddenly I heard gunshots which caused me to widen my brown orbs. A group of angry men were coming on my way. One had blonde hair, one had jet back hair & the one that caught my eye had curly brown locks. The one with jet Blackwood hair had a gun & the others were running. They all bumped into me causing me to fall. The curly haired look behind him & saw me his featured softened before the turned hard again & left me there alone running again.
Dumbfound I went back home. I don't know why I felt a sudden attraction towards the curly haired one. I know they seemed dangerous but ...No! No! No! No! Stop thinking about him Scarlet you may not even find him around anymore, my conscience screamed at me. Okay, time for breakfast ... what? ...Walking & sudden adrenalin rush makes you hungry & I haven't had anything last night also. I went into the kitchen & scrambled eggs & some toast & made some coffee for me.
Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce my self. I am Scarlet, Scarlet Blackwoodwood. I live in outskirts of London. I am 19 years old & live in my own house. I work as a singer/songwriter. Still struggling. I play piano, guitars all kinds & drums. I have a mother named Agnes Blackwood & father named Christopher Blackwood. My parents belonged to middle-class family after getting married they bought this house for themselves.
A few days ago they told me they were leaving for traveling since they've got tired of the routine & needed some change. So now I have the whole house for myself. Okay Scarlet, enough chit chat, time for dusting.
