Hello my name is Sophie but people don't really know that I'm invisible to the majority of the school. So much so I'm not even on the food chain but that's how I like it. Under the radar. I used to live in a happy rich ass house with my dad mum and little brother Thomas. Key word used to live in a happy. There is no one left to be happy with.
See my dad was the chef of police in California so he raked in shit loads. But he also earned a lot of enemies. He was on his way to work one day when it happened. Nobody knew how it happened and why the car exploded with him in it but it did my mother was also in the car for some reason so scientists say they might have been going to have breakfast but why would they leave there most treasured son at home with his sister at the time I was 14 my brother was 7. Money was not an issue yet but I needed to work. I had the option of which godmother I wanted and I choses my grandma she was the best.
Until she carked it two years later. Literally 4 months after my birthday so I was only 16 years old. My auntie Abby, I had never met came and lived with us she was a widow and a rich one do she was some sort of fancy doctor so she would heal my injures after a fight not that I have ever had many but she was like a real mum I never had.
Oh yer there is one thing I forgot to mention this whole time I had been a street fighter. I had been training since I was 5 years old. My cover was a shy nerd at school so nobody knew it was me people call me the hooded dragon. That's my fighting name. As suggests in the name I always wear a hood to keep my identity safe. My father taught me how to fight like a man and took me to several different classes to learn new fighting techniques. I was ranked in the best of the best by the age of 15. My father was close with me we were like to peas in a pod now mum did not like that at all she hated me. But all I saw her as was a gold digger she did not have a job and was a slut. But I will always hate her more.
I requested that they had a seperate funeral. My mothers was first and I did not cry a single tear for her but my dads I wrote a heart felt speech and cried. This also made me take my anger out on my street fights. I got better and better now it has been a month since I have been at school and I have to go to school for the first time in ages. Everyone will know it has been on TV and people will want to talk to me but I hate people. My temper will be pushed tomorrow and someone will leave with a broken body part if they are not careful.
