Beep-Beep-Beep-Be
I smashed my alarm clock with my fist repetitively till it shut the fuck up.
It was winter in California and i was cold and grumpy who sets a alarm in the morning. Oh shit I ran over to my phone and looked at it "FUCK ITS MONDAY"
I herd a chuckle who dares laugh at me in the morning
"Yes dear it's Monday now tone the language down a notch please I am taking Tommy to school now make sure u lock the doors when u leave don't be anymore than 50min late for school. You have to make it there for second session at least"
She was the only person that knew about me street fighting and she was cool with it as long as I called before and after my fights.
I slugged into the shower and stood under the freezing water as it calmed my body.
I stood in the shower until I heard a familiar ring tone 'drop it like its hot'
I ran out of my shower grabbed my towel and got my phone of charge. There is only one person with that ring tone my best/only friend/manager
"Yellow"
"Hello Sophie"
"Hi Jason how are you"
"Fine enough with the small talk I know it's you first day back in hel. I mean school"
"Haha ain't that the truth"
"Soo I booked you 5 fights tonight the first one is new meat so don't beat him to bad, but I booked five so you could blow some steam my lil' nerd"
"Ha I dare you to say that to my face Jasey boy"
"Hay don't call me that anyway nerd don't hit anyone today you are undercover so don't blow it ok I have got to go I will call you in your lunch today"
"K bye Jasey"
Then I hung up immediately ha sucker.
I got dressed into my black skinny jeans, Heeled boots , blood red shirt and a creamy knitted cardigan. I don't think I should need it I think the weather will get warmer as the day goes. This looks good enough. My makeup was light with blood red lips. Agh first impressions always mean most I knew Jason told me to keep it low profile but I want to come back with a bang fuck the bullies, I don't need this shit anymore.
I grabbed an apple and my wallet and put them into a one strapped leather bag my dad gave me. I'm kind of possessive over the things my father gave me so if anyone even touched it they were going to get a broken nose or a black eye of they are lucky.
I locked the house and got on my bike and road to school.
