Cindy Lowe, the daughter of the #1 most dangerous mafia leader in England. She is confident, dangerous, intelligent and has a body "to die for". Cindy moves from London to New York due to her father's business. New city means a new school and new fr...
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AS I WALK AWAY from my mates so many thoughts rush through my head, how am i going to tell them i was the best street fighter and racer in europe? I have been doing streetfighting since i was about 13, put it this way... living with a gang meant you could get easily influenced. I am known as the "Thorn", i chose the name because it kind of links to my gang knowing me as the "rose". Only my dad, hailee and a few other members of my gang know im a street fighter, oh and Blakes dad seen as he needed to know all the information about us because he needed to be able to trust us when he agreed to become allies. I walk into my art class early and sit on one of the desks at the back, im not in the mood to deal with anyones bullshit today. Mrs summers, my art teacher aka, my favourite teacher spots me and gives me a warm and genuine smile which i gladly return, something about her makes me feel comfortable. The bell rings as the rest of the class pile into the classroom, Blake being one of the last people to walk into the room, with Mikey following him. I watch as Blakes mesmerising eyes scan the room whilst his eyebrows are scrunched in confusion...cute-NO NOT CUTE CI. As Blake's eyes meet mine, a hint of confusion flashes in them, hes probably wondering why im not sitting in my normal space. Blake then strolls towards me and sits down on the chair next to me so that him and Mikey are either side of me...guessing that the idea of not wanting to talk to anyone today has gone out of the window. "Right class today i am going to let you draw whatever you want, but it has to represent an important part or time in your life." Mrs summers tells us as we all take out our pencils. I take out my earphones from my pocket and put them in my ears as Kiwi by Harry styles starts to play...what? Its a tune. For the first 5 minutes Blake and Mikey kept on trying to get my attention, thinking that throwing biscuits at me was going to work, that didnt end well as i got pissed off as the biscuit ending up going down my bra and so did Mikey as he used up all of his biscuits and he was hungry. After that they stopped and got on with their work whilst i zoned out into my own little world as i drew. Art was a secret passion of mine...it sounds weird but ive just always loved doing it, its how i express my emotions and how i am feeling, i cant control what i draw my mind just comes up with random shit. "Wow Cindy thats an amazing drawing, what does it represent?" My teacher interrupted me causing me to wake up out of my trance, i stare at my picture wide eyed as i realise what i have drawn.
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My street fighting symbol. I can't show anyone. "Oh erm, its my dads tattoo, erm...yeah" i tell her. Way to go and make it obvious Ci. I inwardly scold myself. Blake and Mikey look over at me in attempt to see what ive drawn but i shut my book with so much force you could hear it echo through the hallways. Mikey flinches whilst Blake looks at me in amusement. I cant let them know. I cant let them in. "Sorry miss i have to go...family emergency." I tell her whilst gathering my stuff up and running out of the classroom, i jump into Blakes car and drive to the one place i know will help me release stress...The Shade room.
IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT PLEASE DONT KILL ME I HAVE EXAMS AND IM DROWNING IN STRESS ALREADY I LOVE YOU ALL
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