Okay, so I'm very sorry that I haven't updated in like two years, and I'm not about to make exuses, but bear with me. I have edited the previous chapter in order to change names, but it's still basically the same. I have been trying to make this chapter as perfect as it can be for my dahling readers. The picture above is Jade's Harley. The silver detail is acc. in green. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Love Arida xoxo
As soon as the end of school bell rang, I was off, barely saying goodbye to my friends. They looked after me with bewildered expressions, but my mind didn't register their shocked faces. I jumped down flight after flight of stairs, and burst through the schools entrance doors. I breathed in the fresh autumnal air and my head immediately cleared. The feeling was amazing, and I had the sudden urge to feel the wind throught my tangled mop of hair.
I sauntered to my Harley Davidson motorbike, my eyes drinking up it's poison green, blood red and black appearance. I quickly zipped up my leather jacket and popped my helmet on. Slinging one leg over the bike, I revved the engine and smirked when I saw the startled students. The pathway immediately cleared as I drove off, and I pushed my bike higher than the speed limit. My helmet was hot and it was slightly oppressive, so I stopped and took it off. I shook my hair like one of those women in those stupid ads, and rolled my eyes when I heard cat calls and horns beeping.
I already know I can stop traffic, I just didn't expect it to be so damn literal.
Honestly, my cockiness was actually something else. I don't know where I got it from. Oh wait, I do. Well, being the eldest child of four, and a twin, growing up with my mami Zí's sassiness would do that to a girl. A lot of people really can't understand why we all have such different personalities, but come on. We're not clones. People are so dim.
I got back on my baby, Tarquinn, and left my helmet off. Mummy keeps telling me not to, but the wind whipping through my hair was exhilarating. I reached home in no time.
I parked my treasure outside the garage, and was suprised to see my brother Jet's shiny silver Porche already there. I tease him about naming his car after me, Jaded. He just blushes and scowls. But the fact that he's home worries me seeing as we go to the same school.
I bound up the steps and open the door. The smell of my mummy's famous cinnamon pastries waft out in a thick wave.
How suspicious, I think to myself.
Mama Zía only makes these pastries for celebrating, guests, or sweetening us up. Something was very wrong. I wondered what it might be, as I headed up to my bedroom that took up half the second storey of our house. I dropped my deadweight bag to the floor and filled with trepidation, walked downstairs with slumped shoulders.
"Zía, Marco, I'm home," I said gently as I walked into our spacious kitchen. I don't really call them by their first names, I just felt like it.
"Cara mia, welcome back. I trust you had a good day in school." My mummy said, her voice husky. It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes Zí," I replied, walking up to her and kissing both her cheeks. She made a sound of approval before letting me go. I walked over to papa and he scooped me up into bear hug, swinging me around. I squealed.
"Marco! Daddy stop! Please daddy?" I begged, giggling breathlessly.
He stopped swinging me about but then started tickling me mercilessly. "I yeild! I yeild!" I screamed, and immediately was dropped me and I slumped to the floor.
I dragged myself up and stared at Zí, who was standing in the corner, stifling a laugh. She failed. My sassy mami rolling about on the floor? A common sight indeed.
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