Well I Wasn't Expecting That

chapter 2

Chapter 2

I slept for ages but woke up by someone whispering next to me.

‘Miss. Miss Wake up your vehicles is here’. Her English was terrible so I just replied in Spanish to save her the trouble.

(In Spanish) ‘Please call me Donatella and I speak to in Spanish if it’s easier’ I said smiling at her. She was beautiful. Like a Spanish princess.

She smiled widely at me and said, (In Spanish) ‘ok you are very beautiful but I mustn’t keep you waiting your cars remember’.

As soon as she said that I jumped out of bed and put some flip flops on and sprinted down the stairs. I looked at the time. It was 2 o’clock in the afternoon.

I heard some music coming from the garden but left it. My cars were here.

I saw a man with a clipboard looking lovingly at my shinya kimura motorbike I specially ordered from japan.

‘gorgeous aint she’ I said dreamily.

The man looked like he had a heart attack. As looked at me his eyes lingered on my legs. Shit I forgot I was only wearing short cotton shorts and white singlet.

I cleared my throat and said ‘don’t I need to sign anything?’

‘Wait these babies are yours’ he said pointing to my 5 of my pride and joys.

‘yup’. I took the clipboard signed it and gave it back to him. He took off but not before saying ‘damn, lucky bitch’.

‘yes I am’ I said chuckling. I turned around and went back to my room.

I had a shower in my bathroom. The bathroom wasn’t too bad and only the accessories where pink so I could change them easily. I wrapped myself in a towel and went looking through my suitcase. I got out my black skinny jeans and a green shirt that said ‘FUCK OFF BITCHES!!’, and my converse. I straightened my hair and teased it a bit I looked in the mirror.

I decided today I was going to look at myself properly. I haven’t done it in a while because I looked so much like my dad it hurt.

I was pretty tall at 5, 8 so I had long legs. I wasn’t a stick either because of all the fighting I do so I guess you could say I was curvy and firm. I had a slight 4 pack with a belly button piercing that looked pretty cool. i had high cheek bones and jet black hair that looked almost blue in the light. My eyes were really strange but still cool. They were dark blue/purple framed with thick black lashes. It looked really cool but was unusual as I always thought I got my eyes from my mum but she had blue eyes and my dad had green. Other things I had were snakebites, 2 lip rings on one side of my mouth and a tongue and eyebrow piercing. All together I looked like a badass. I guess I was because just in England I was kicked out of 6 schools in 2 years but in the other places we lived in I was just arrested. It wasn’t that bad because I was always only on bail, under age and I was classed as a tourist so I got off easier. I wanted to explore where I was living now so I rushed downstairs sliding down the banister spinning round and jumping into a crouch when I landed. It was so fun I was so gonna do that again later.

I went to garage where the man had dropped all my babies off and chose my Suzuki bandit 650 street bike. It was black and sleek and I often raced it because it’s was one of my favourites because I boosted. If I didn’t mention I am very good at mechanics. My dad taught me everything I knew so by the time I was 9 I could fix cars by myself. I know I learnt how to do these things when I was really young but I was sort of those gifted kids. I could learn anything you gave me to learn that’s why whenever we moved country my dad would always have to rely on me for at least the first month of staying there to translate everything. So I know Spanish, Italian, Chinese, mandarin, Swahili, Portuguese, Arabic, French, German, Hindi, Russian and Hungarian. I loved visiting all these places. My dad was a great man so we often went on those charity visits where we help people in need. I went on a couple and in Romania I met an American called Jace but we got so close we were like siblings. I missed him a lot.