Assassinated love (on hold)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Monday morning I got up bright and early. I showered and went to pick out my clothes. I decided on a black cami and black leather pants that are like a second skin. You'd think it would be uncomfortable, but It was actually more comfy than jeans. I wore my always present black mid calf length leather high heeled boots. I proceeded to my vanity and darkened my eyes with kajal and added a slightly shimmery peachy shadow to my lids.I also added a red lip balm that tinted my lip color without adding gloss or a sticky residue.I completed my look with a. leather motorbike jacket and straightening my already straight hip length hair. Yea, its That long. I didn't bother with jewelry. it only came in the way of fighting. The only jewellery I did wear, was a black leather studded cuff and long silver flat rings.

I grabbed my black handbag style bookbag, already fully stocked thanks to Susan and walked downstairs.

As the aroma of freshly made pancakes hit me, I scanned the scene. Susan was at the stove cooking, while Mason was reading the newspaper while stuffing pancakes in his mouth. I smiled. Its not everyday you could have a familial atmosphere in the morning. For years I woke up to noise less, lonely and cold rooms. I walked in and they looked up at me. Susan looked at loss for her words as she took in my attire. Mason just raised his eyebrows and looked amused. After a few minutes, Susan seemed to regain her composure. "Honey....you look different. um..Do you want pancakes or do you prefer cereal?"

I chuckled and said "Thanks but I'm not hungry right now." She looked hurt as she furrowed her eyebrows. Not eating Susan's cooking was the biggest offense you could commit, I mused quietly. I noticed she put an absent hand on her stomach. I raised my eyebrows. "Aunty, by any chance, are you....pregnant?" She widened her eyes at me, while Mason whipped his head in her direction. "Katie!!! It was supposed to be a surprise!!". Even though she was talking to me, her words were directed towards Mason. He got up and went to wrap his arms around her frame bearing a face splitting smile. She had tears in her eyes while giggling against his face." I'll just um, go" I said to no one in particular. I made my way to the door and walked outside to my new Harley Davidson motorcycle. Black, might I add. I had it delivered last night from Germany. From inside the house, I heard a scream followed by a giggle. I chuckled. Susan might've burnt the pancakes cooking on the stove. I felt total bliss knowing I had a neice or nephew coming as I revved up the engine and drove away.

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Up ahead I saw the school's campus. I geared my bike faster as I cruised in the lot and took an empty slot. In my rearview mirrors, I could see all heads looking towards me. I grinned. The fastest way of getting attention was to make a grand entry. I took off my helmet and shook out my hair I stuffed in it. I could hear gasps around me. They probably thought it was new bad boy in town. Seriously people, do you not see my heels? I swung my leg over the bike and took out the key. I put black aviators on and turned. I walked to the door with some extra flair to my hips. Not that, that was hard. High heels were probably made for this very reason.

From the corners of my eyes, I could see all the cliques that littered the lot before the morning bell rang. Geeks, in all their pimples and glasses glory, plastic Barbies, cheerleaders, jocks, and finally what I was looking for: the baddies. Dressed in all black, some looked goth, while others just looked ruffed up, while the scantily dressed sluts were practically plastered on to some boys. Guess no eye candy came around a lot, since every single eye was trained on my every move. But I held my head high while walking to the front door.

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"Is this the main office?" I asked to the prim looking woman behind a desk. She had puffy mousy brown hair and the biggest pearl necklace I've ever seen. She was wearing a floral print loose shirt and had round glasses perched on her tiny nose. She looked up at me. "Yes dear, I'm Ms.Bailey the secretary. What can I help you with?"