Running with the Firm

Chapter one~

Dad’s job was pretty easy and slow often. Which meant he could be by our sides as often as possible. Ronnie and Reggie really valued family and totally sympathized with our family. So they tried to give dad a lot of time off so he could be there. We are all very thankful for how kind and generous the Kray family were when it came to us. We were never starving anymore and we were becoming happier as a whole family. 

Sarah and I got into a private school because Reggie pulled just a few strings for us. We were the top of our classes and all the teachers loved us dearly. Which made it easier for us to slack off a little bit and get away with just a few things. The problem was that a lot of the kids at the school were snobby kids that never struggled. Sarah and I used to get bullied a lot for where we lived and how we got into the school. Obviously it did hurt us at first but quickly we developed a thick shell and started snapping back if we got picked on. Like once a girl cornered Sarah in the bathroom and tried to jump my sister. I pity that girl a lot because what they had failed to learn until that moment is Sarah is a little scrapper that comes from a long line of boxers. Yeah, our dad was called and Sarah was suspended for a week for violence. Luckily she got to come back since Reggie and Ronnie paid them a visit giving a hefty donation securing her spot at the school as well as mine. After that we hardly got messed with, even if we did get bullied Sarah would nip that in the bud. She was my enforcer.

Surprisingly my dad never yelled at us for fighting or getting in trouble. He never really yelled at us at all when it came to things like that. I remember he always told us "girls, the world it's full of bad people. If someone is pushing you and they don't treat you well, always wait until they lay a hand on you. Then kick their asses into an early grave." Great advice we ever got because half the time we didn't get in trouble for it. If someone laid a hand on us it was just self-defense and that can't punish someone protecting themselves. 

Luckily our baby brother didn't have to go through the same things we did. He actually chose to go to public school and he absolutely loved it there. It was a very lovely school with very lovely people in it. Everyone there was very nice, accepting and respectful. It was very hard back then to have all three of those things. Thankfully my Les got to experience that environment. He didn't have any trouble in his school and he actually was quite popular. He was one of the best boxers in the school as well as being a brainbox. He could recite everything he learned in history by heart. It was quite impressive. He was a very intelligent boy with a lot of loyal accepting friends by his side. I'm so glad he didn't have to scrap with the students. 

The three of us were thriving in school and we were so happy about it. Our lives were leveled out. We no longer lived in fear, it was a perfect life. 

At home the three of us were a bloody funny group. We loved dancing in the living room to the radio. Sometimes we would put on little "concerts" for our dad when he got home from work. We would dress up really nice and do our make up (Les even joined in on this and he made a fantastic queen) and dance for hours for our dad. He always loved the little shows and he would get us all flowers for our performances if he knew when the concert was happening. He was always so supportive of all three of us and always encouraged us to be who we are. I really appreciate my father being an amazing human being to us no matter what.

When we didn't have the concerts dad would come home to the table full of dinner. Usually Sarah would make dinner for all of us while I watched Les in a different room. She was a better cook than me and she enjoyed cooking more. So I didn't really mind letting her take over that job. Sometimes if I felt crazy I would help but she was kind of a control freak when it came to the kitchen. Once she kicked me out of the kitchen because I accidentally put in too much salt in her soup, then she wouldn't let me go back in for almost a month. Safe to say she loved cooking.

This period in my life was one of my favorite memories. We were able to start over and have a second chance and it turned out great in the end. I'm very thankful for everything that happened now.