The Gang Leader's Little Girl

T H R E E

UNEDITED

I've never felt so nervous in my life. My entire body was shaking as I entered that classroom. The teacher immediatly noticed me and gave me a warm smile. The woman, maybe in her early 60s, came over to me quickly.

"Ah. You must be our new student. Malia, is it?" She says, putting out her hand for me to shake. I take her hand, shaking it.

"Yes. That's me!" I say, hitting myself mentally. 'That was the worst response... Ever.' I thought as the teacher turned to the rest of the class who was watching intently. "Class! This is Malia Gonzalez. Our new student! Where are you from, dear?" She says, continuing to smile.

"O-Oh... U-Uh. I'm from here, but I've been homeschooled most of my life." I say quickly, stuttering a bit. Again, too nervous. Brandon is sitting towards the front, smirking at me as the teacher smiles kindly at me.

"Well, I am Mrs. Watson. I will be your homeroom teacher for the rest of the year. I think I am also your English teacher at the end of the day, if I am remembering correctly. So you will begin your days and end your days in this room!" She says, smiling at me in a kind way.

I nod as she points for me to go have a seat. As I turn, I finally notice that the only open seat is next to Brandon. 'Shit...' I think to myself as I slowly make my way to the only open desk. As I sit down, Brandon leans over to me.

"Hey gorgeous... Glad to see you here." He says, smirking before turning to the teacher as she begins to talk about the upcoming week.

I shake my head, ignoring his advances as I also turn towards the teacher.

Before I know it, homeroom is over and I'm off to my next class. Math... Aka, Algebra II. Great... Now, I know what you're thinking. What is a senior doing in an Algebra II class? Let's just say, my Dad isn't the best teacher in the world and I'm not the best student in the world. Basically, I suck at math. It's just not my forté. I love to read, write, and draw. I'm always drawing whenever I can. I always carry around a sketchpad in my backpack or purse, even though my Dad thinks I should have a gun instead. He can carry a gun, but I want to be a normal teenager!

And that especially means, that I will never tell anyone of my Dads job. My Dad has trained me for that. I know what to say if anyone asks...

...: Flashback (10 Years Ago)  :...

I'm sitting in the kitchen, just 7 years old and my Father is talking to me.

"Now, Malia... Do you know what to say if someone asks what Daddy does for a living?" He says, smiling softly to me as my Mother stands in the background.

"Of couse, Daddy! I say that Daddy is a businessman! He does real estate!" I say proudly, smiling with some of my teeth missing.

My Mother smiles, hugging me. "That's my good girl! You learn so quickly! Now let's go get some ice cream!" She says, picking me up and putting it on her hip.

"Yay! Ice cream!" I yell, giggling. Both my parents smile at me.

...: End of Flashback :...

I'm knocked out of my daydream as the bell goes off, indicating that second period has begun. 'Shit!' I think, taking off down the hallway to my Algebra II class. I quickly rush in the door as an older man looks down angrily at me with his arms crossed.

"Ms. Gonzalez. You're late." He says, tapping his foot. He's probably in his mid 50s or older. He doesn't seem to be a very nice man though... More like a tarado.

I gulp, nodding slowly. "Yes... I'm sorry, sir. It's my first day and-" I'm cut off.

"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S YOUR FIRST DAY! YOU GET TO MY CLASS ON TIME. GOT IT?!" He yells. I quickly nod, making me way swiftly to the nearest empty seat. I quickly sit down as some of the people in the class laugh. A girl next to me smiles softly at me though, whispering to me.