Royally Broken✓

Chapter 0.1 - We're Moving?!

Twenty minutes ago, I came back from the local street dancing area, and my parents were sitting on the couch, which wasn't normal because they should have been in London.

"Hey, mom, dad, how are you guys home early from your trip?" I asked, "Like I don't mind but..."

"We're home because your dad got a new job in L.A., so —" my eager mother, was interrupted by my rude manners. 

"Los Angeles? In California — where Hayden is?"

 She gave me a playful glare, "Yes that Los Angeles, and as a family, we will be moving there in two days."

I was shocked for a second before rolling my eyes.

"Does Hayden know?"

"Yes cupcake, He knows and couldn't stop calling us every 30 minutes if we had started."

I laughed before giving them a hug and running up the stairs.

I took off my dance shirt and took a really quick shower.

Once I came out and blow-dried my hair,  I unlocked my phone and plopped down on my comfy bed.

You must be wondering why Hayden is in L.A, across the country, in Rolling Hills High by himself. That's because we used to live there before, but because of job changes, mom, dad, Chase, and I moved to Florida, while Hayden stayed; something about Reds, Blues, reputation whatnot. Ugh, weirdo!

My father taught me a lot of what I know so far; from street fighting to playing the piano, and we had an awful amount of money, which we practically spent wherever we went.

I was the relatively sane one out of the five of us, but not by much. I don't seek out danger, as some may have told you, rather it seeks me out. 

I was known as many things in the underground world, such as the undefeated fighter Blaze; the leader of the Assassins, a dangerously famous gang known for ruthlessness, etc. But out of these, my favorite position was to be known as the Blood Ivory, an agent who works for "himself" (these bitches assumed my gender which is fucking fantastic) and can mess up any export of whatever these gangs make money from.

I am a badass bitch, and I was going to make that my reputation in L.A. too.

Looks like L.A. was practically begging for me 'cause I have a flight to go there in two damn fucking days. I thought to myself.

Texting my little group of fighters, who are also my best friends in school, to meet me at the warehouse for some news, I grabbed the keys to my bike and headed out the door. My parents wouldn't mind because it was barely 4:00 pm and even if they did, they knew better than to stop me.

The first chapter is up! I hope you guys enjoy it and tell me if there are any mistakes, and things that I could improve.

Happy reading!

Chapter Song: "Salute" - Little Mix