I woke up angry. Yes I could already tell I was in a pissed off mood. Because who the hell calls at 5 fucking AM. I picked up the phone
"What the fuck do you want" I said
"That's not nice" the voice mumbled
"Oh excuse me, what do you want?" I said trying to sound nicer
"The boss told me to call you and tell you there is a meeting at 6am."
"Why so early?"
"I don't know but he didn't sound too happy"
"Of course not, thank you for telling me bye"
"Bye" he said and I hanged up
I sighed and walked to the bathroom. I brushed my hair out so when I got out of the shower it wouldn't have knots. I let the water run an extra minute so it could be hot. I stepped in and was immediately brought by the hot water calming me down. I cleaned off my body and shampooed my hair making it extra clean. I rinsed it off and step out of the shower. I let my hair dry off naturally and brushed my teeth.
"What to wear, what to wear?" I said out loud
I flipped through my closet and decided on looking nice because why not? It was a white dress that stopped mid thigh. But not a slutty look, more like a cute kinda look? Eh? And wore black tights and a leather jacket to make it look more like my style. It was missing something?
A BELT!
I pulled out a black belt and put it around my dress. (A/N: outfit above)
Much better, I thought.
I checked the time and saw it was 5:40am
Shit I'm going to be late
I quickly added mascara and red lipstick to make me stand out and threw on my black converses.
I put my mini gun underneath my coat and slipped my pocket knife in my shoe in a secret spot. I put my phone in my coat pocket and headed off.
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When I arrived the boss was looking extremely pissed
Same here buddy, I thought.
"Now that everyone is here"
Not my fault...
"We have a problem"
"Great" I said sarcastically
"Nikki"
Uh oh
"Yes?" I said
"Your starting school tomorrow"
My jaw dropped to the floor
"What!" I yelled beyond shocked
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I Have A Gun (ON HOLD)
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