The Gangster Lady of New York

P.2: An Amateur Gal

University, 10:00 A.M.

Days after that horrifying event, I was back at the university and so was Avery. Things seem to be the same all through out. Yet something sparked inside of me.

Terror

Uncertainty

Anger

It's all lingering within me. It's like I am floating on a sea of emotions so large, I can't see what's above it anymore. I can't seem to shake it out. So far, no news was given to me about my mother. Like I'd hear about her anyway. Of course the thugs won't tell me anything. I would not be able

Avery wouldn't talk to me. And rightfully so. He scared the damn out of me. And I'm well aware I'm repetitive of this but he killed my mother. I can't just let it go. It hurts me so much that...

She just got killed...

A woman I looked up to...

Is gone...

For a reason I'll know sooner or later.

I walked through the corridors of the building. Students where everywhere to be seen, spilling gossip and drama that they've heard for the past few days. I just went for my locker to get my needs and help my teammates prepare for the runway.

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2:00 P.M.

I

RAGE

QUIT

"Hey Kikay, you wouldn't mind doing my hair, right?" Says one of the models.

"Oh! Oh! Could you also do my makeup? I have to look good on the runway." Says another.

Soon I have been bombarded by a few more who'll take center stage asking me to get them ready with their dresses, accessories, and anything else fashion related. Someone even asked me to get them a cup of tea while I was sketching out one of the gowns that will be showcased!

These girls act like they're all princesses with fame, money, drama... You know the rest. It's like they're children and I'm their sitter. Have I not told them how much I hate doing things as if I'm a nanny?

I need a drink. Literally.

Again.

I'm too stressed with what just happened to my mental state and this had to come at my doorstep and welcome me with a suffocating embrace.

Models were chatting and laughing from my behind when I decided to finally leave this hell. They were all wearing lavish gowns and showing of their looks and hairdo. My work's done here, nothing else to do... I think.

I started packing my sketchbook and planner into my bag and left the vicinity. I walked, passing by few rows of corridors with classroom doors and lots of lockers. It was so quiet when I was walking. Seems like everyone will be watching the show.

Oh well...

I've seen the fruits of my sketches come to life already, I have faith that they'll pull it off just fine.

I started to notice my locker that's only a few feet away. I quickened up my pace and came up front of it. As I was about to open it, I saw a piece of paper just stuck between the locker frame and its door. I removed it and so I realized it was folded and quite possibly a letter. I begin to to unfold it, and-

Yup. It is.

"Meet me by the bar..." -A.Y.

Judging by the handwriting and the alias, Avery wrote it.