Bloody Hell

Chapter Bloody 1

Rybekkah Smyf.

That was my name.

I was a 15 year old girl, and lived in the local caravan park at GetRekt Town. Good name, am I right?

My parents died yesterday after I ran them over, and now that they were gone, I was living the bloody life.

My black hair, that was as dark as the depths of hell and your soul, was cut into a mullet style. I felt like it best represented me as a person.

My eyes were an orange colour, like the colour of a heavily powdered dorito. I loved them.

My body was a plank, literally flat with no curves, and long legs that were covered with hair, just like my armpits. My face was also make up free, because who the hell has money for that. It was also starting to sprout a clear moustache. I liked the natural look.

I had tan skin that was painted with freckles all over. I had smooth, perfect skin too, and I got complimented on it daily by everyone. I hated it. It was my worst feature in my eyes that were dorito coloured.

I thought I was the most bloody beautiful person in this world though. I even had the best skill someone could ever possess.

I could quickscope and was in the most legendary quickscoping clan.

MaZe Clan.