Its already Saturday. A few more weeks before my Debut and Wedding. Im already stressed out just on planning my wedding. I didnt know theres so many types of gowns and bouquets. I decided to lessen my stress by going to the Pond. My favorite place in the entire world. I grab my helmet and my guns and hid it inside my pure black clothes. I search for my phone and keys for my motorcycle.
Vince is currently at work and so is Papa. Mama is a fashion designer and currently at France. Im left alone in this huge mansion.
I drove away silently in my motor named Whispering Death. Not bothering to look back.
I drove fast and its quite obvious that I hunger speed. The road is empty and quiet. The trees beside the road dance firm as the breeze of air sways them slowly.
When I arrive at the Pond its as beautiful as the day I found it. When me and Luke were just mere kids who lost they're way on the oblivious woods. When innocence is still at hand.
"Im home" i whispered to my self as I hop off Whispering Death and taking of my helmet.
I walked towards the water and see the reflection of mine in the pristine water below.
"Hello there" I said to myself and smile. I dive my head on the cold water and opened my eyes. I see my hair flow on the water. Some little fishes greeted me and said 'Hi'.
I took of my leather jacket and sat at the bit wet grass. I stared at the trees surrounding me. The scent of wet air is clearly sensed.
"Darn." I whispered to myself and flopped my long-black-wet-midnight hair away from my face.
I spent a few hours just staring at nothing. Looking at the tall dark trees, hiding the elipse of darkness beyond.
But then a figure appeared.
I was shocked at what I saw, more importantly, Who I saw.
She's the girl from the stories. But. It's impossible. It cannot be.
I squinted my eyes. I have a very good eyesight but the figure was too far to see clearly.
I felt a sudden chill upon my spine.
I quickly grab my jacket and helmet, hopping on my motor, but when I turned around. The figure was gone.
Like a Ghost.
I turned Whispering Death around and head my way to Pierre Mansion .
I drove so fast I didn't noticed how long I was driving.
I can't erase that figure inside my head. That was a phenominal memento. A mystique paradox. That shouldn't exist anymore.
Why is everything so complicated.
When I arrive at the mansion there we're so many guards . Almost triple than the last time I was here.
The guards saluted me, as I enter the vicinity as a sign of respect. I also sense some reapers on the vicinity and I can sense they could easily kill if they have to, and they're ready to die for the mafia.
I entered the mansion.
Everything is the same.
But the feeling of hapiness is gone.
Its not like the home where I grew up.
It doesn't feel like the house where I lived for 17 years.
Then tears suddenly flowed from my eyes.
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The Mafia PrincessAction
I wanted a normal teenage life, to go to a normal school, hanging with friends like normal girls do. Buy new dresses or jewelries like other 17-year-old But Im Scarlett Pierre and Im not destined to have a normal life. Im a daughter of a Mafia Bos...