Fighting to survive

Chapter 1:

Sophia's POV:

So as you have probably guessed already, my name is Sophia, I am 17 years old, and I have a 7 year old baby brother called Noah. I have got a really deep brown hair which looks black when wet and dark green eyes with flecks of brown from my father. I'd say my body was decent. I am also tall and lean with muscle every girl wants. I didn't really show off my body as there isn't really a point in it. As long as I'm Comfy I don't really care.

A few other things you may want to know about my are that i street fight to put a roof over mine and my brothers head along with food on the table for us. I don't do it because it makes me feel powerful I do it so I know I can protect Noah and it also pays well too. I found out fighting when I was around 15 and one of my mates now from the arena took me under his wing and mentored me to be one of the best fighters. Two years later I have accomplished exactly that and more. Anthony and his wife Maria, who is also Hispanic, both used to look after Noah when I was fighting late at night but they didn't care because they loved the both of us. They even helped us to move into this little apartment which was great of them.

My parents died when I was quite young but we have gotten through those tough times and are trying our best to work things out.
Noah goes to the primary school around the corner from me where he has been going since he was four. For me, I am going to be joining in my senior year so my last year because social services never really knew I didn't go. They only knew I had my classes online and I had technically already graduated but they insisted that if I wanted to keep Noah, I should be sent to school. They believed Noah is old enough now for me not to be watching him 24/7. Were in September now and I am going to be joining tomorrow to a public school called 'west field high' where it is said to have gangs but they won't cause you any trouble so I guess it's ok.

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RING . . . RING . . .I woke up to a loud screeching sound and was about to get one of the knives under my pillow when I realised it was my alarm that I'd set for 6:30 this morning. Groaning and saying some incoherent words under my breath, I finally shut off my alarm.

Getting up I strip my clothes and I get into the shower using my vanilla smelling shampoo and conditioner and smothering that in my hair making it smell that way too. Then washing myself with my jasmine scented body wash which I adored and doing all of my other shower bits which may be necessary.

Getting out the shower, I put a towel around my hair to dry and then a different towel around my body as I made my way into my little bedroom. Putting some music on my speaker I go to my regular sized closet to find some clothes to wear for my first day of school Great. (Note the sarcasm. )
I decide on picking a light grey, long sleeved crop top with some black skinny ripped jeans and a pair of white air forces.
Then I straighten my hair because ever since my parents passed away it always reminded me of my mums black curly hair and I wasn't going to take her iconic hair away from her because she loved to have it bouncing with ringlets whereas I prefer to have it plain.
After I have finished straightening my hair I brush it through again and then I do my teeth. For make up I don't really use it because I never really knew how but I put on my mascara, small winged eyeliner and some lip balm to make sure my lips don't chap.

Walking over to my long length mirror, I admired my outfit but knew three things which would make it look better.
-my mother's necklace (locket)
-my trusty leather jacket I've had for a few years
-my plain super dry back pack.

It may seem like we have a lot of money through what I've been explaining but we manage and get through life comfortable because of my fighting underground in the arena. No it isn't legal and yes, it is dangerous as the only rule is no weapons. My friends that I have in the arena that know of my identity, buy me these expensive gifts for birthdays and Christmases. They also buy things for Noah which I am great full for.

Feeling satisfied with the way that I look, I head towards Noah's room which is opposite mine in out three bedroom apartment. He was sleeping so peacefully.
I go in there and bend down to his level and gently shake his shoulders.
"Time to wake up now kiddo, you've got to go to school" I said with a calm and hushed voiced while he groaned and trudged his way over to his bathroom. I chuckled as he dragged his teddy bear I gave him for his fifth birthday all the way to the bathroom with him not realising until he came running back in after getting himself ready and gave me a big hug with an enormous smile plastered on his face as he said "good morning fefe". He always called me that because he could say Sophie when he was younger.

I smile at my baby brother and we both begin to walk out into the kitchen so I can make us both some cereal. I put his in front of him and began to make his packed lunch while making casual conversation. He really was grown up for his age.

It was soon time where I had to take him to school and I would be on my way towards my new school. I was nervous but I knew I had to do it if I wanted to keep Noah and not let him into foster care on his own. Being nearly 18, they couldn't really put me in foster care now that they know about us because they know that once I am of legal age I will try to again custody of Noah anyway so they ended up giving up on that as long as I go to this school.

We go outside to my BMW S1000 RR which was my baby and my life and get on. I give Noah his own little helmet that the guys at the arena had personalised for him and we were off.