Whip On Fire

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

{𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢}

If you read the prologue you would know my name is Kalika, and i am 17.

But deadass NOBODY calls me Kalika. The fuck is that?

I go by Kali.

I am currently in the car with this random ass man my parents paid to drive me to this new "school".

I bet its another assylum..

I aint worried.

Im the baddest bitch where ever i go.

~6 hours later~

Those dumb mother fuckers said it was a "little drive"...

LIKE BITCH.

Six hours?

Im so ready to stab this man driving, steal the car, and drive away to freedom.

Wait... thats a great idea

Just as i was about to commit a homicide, we were pullin up at some big fancy gates.

Around the gates were fat ass brick walls, about 20 feet high.

And there were guards surrounding the whole perimeter.

Are they trynna keep people out, or people in?

Creeppyy.

Dont fuck your teachers, kids.

This creepy shit, aint worth it.

But still 10/10, would suck Mr.Wilson's dick again.

Im broken out of my thoughts as we are let through the gate.

The gate doors open, and we drive through.

Its dark outside, but i still see big fancy buildings as we drive down a long paved street.

We pull into a parking lot, and get out of the car.

YESS. FREEEEEDOMMM

I spin in circles, hands in the air, staring at the star-y sky.

Aww pretty.

An on that note, i take off running.

Im zig zagging through the buildings and pass by multiple guards.

This grass is getting my forces dirty, but i dont give a fuck at this point.

I continue sprinting until i see men sprinting beside me.

Fuckk. The guards caught up.

Somehow, one of the guards get in front of me and i run into their hard chest.

"Fuck", i groan as i fall on the dewey grass.

I look up and see a big scary man, crossing his arms.

"Who do you think you are?", he asks me in a husky voice.

Those are most def fighting words.

I summon a flail in one hand, and a katana in the other.

I get to swinging the flail and jab the man in the stomach with my katana.