This is a late dedication but she's always supported the story and always comments! (Dedicated 21/12/11)
Rionas POV--( Picture of her to the right!)
A new day.
A new city.
A new school.
And a new life.
That sad excuse for a human being is finally dead and gone from my life, for good this time. Still, I don't want to think about that. I want to start a new life and I promise myself that nobody will have the chance to take advantage of me or to hurt me in the slightest bit.
At this point you're probably thinking, "Who the hell is this girl?" while you look down your nose at my words. My name is Riona Bleddyn, just another girl with another story.
I was adopted by my uncle when my parents died when I was 3 months old, an apparent car crash, and since then I have been beaten on a daily basis. When I wasn't being beaten I was treated no better than a slave.
Starting at the age of 10 I was abused and raped. When my uncle couldn't get it up he pimped my services to his drug friends. At the age of 14 I became angry with myself for not standing up to him so I started training in different ways of fighting and defense like kickboxing and martial arts, but not the legal way . At the age of 15 I received my first trophy from the undergrounds.Sounds dangerous and it is, the undergrounds was like a home to me, were people would come and train and fight to forget for a few minutes.
I had been trained to defend myself against anybody that came in my way, yet every time he would raise a fist to me I resorted to being scared and weak.
Then yesterday came and he was found dead in his apartment having asphyxiated on his own vomit after a drug overdose. His cold and heartless eyes still haunt me even in his death though I know I have nothing to be scared of. I will never have to feel defenseless and pathetic ever again.
I looked at the mirror one more time and saw a girl with an hourglass figure and bright hazel eyes. Her big pink lips stood out in contrast to her tanned skinned making her look slightly ferocious in a simple black tank top layered with a white. A pair of black skinny jeans and black stiletto heels with gold studs on them completed the look. To be honest, I looked great and I knew it but that didn't mean I rubbed it in other people faces.
To noone's surprise, my uncle wasted his money on drugs and booze until there was nothing left. No money from him and little income of my own meant that I didn't have a car and that I usually had to rely on my walking shoes to get around. I have a part-time job in a cafe near my house ; It was only weekends from 9am - 6pm but paid me £65 a day so I'm glad that I would be able to buy one soon.
After a short 15 minute walk I arrived in front of the new school, a nondescript brick building. It was almost unnoticeable though I couldn't help but notice the entire student body staring at me as though I was some sort of alien. I mean, I'm used to guys staring at me with lust and girls glaring with jealousy.
Standing a little straighter, I walked into the school and pointed my body in the direction of the office placing one foot in front of the other for dramatic effect until found the double doors. Through the glass I spotted a woman in her late 50's sitting behind a desk with a lot of files in front of her. She didn't seem particularly inviting but I went inside anyway. How else was I supposed to figure out my classes?
'"Hey, I'm Riona Bleddyn and I'm new. Do you have a schedule for me?'
She picked a file from her desk and gave it to me. "Here you go, darling. Inside the file is a map of the school, your schedule, your locker number, the combination for the locker and...I think that's all. If you need any help just come back here and I will do what I can. And...mmm...be careful around here" She smiled politely before she went back to her work on the computer in front of her.
I ignored her comment from earier and looked through the file and took out my schedule because I didn't need to go to my locker just yet.
Physical Education 9.00 am - 10.00am
Break 10.00am -10.30am
English 10.30am - 11.30am