Mafia Babygirl || BTS

Moving School...

I'm the daughter of a Mafia leader. Might as well get straight to the point... Some people might call me rude but I like to call myself... opinionated. Frankly I really don't care what others think about me. Who asked for their opinion anyway? My personality has caused many people not to like me or feel intimidated by me but I like it like that. I get what I want, when I want it. People fear me and so they should. I mean I'm the daughter of a Mafia leader. I could kill you just by looking at you. My family is very, how would you say it, overprotective. However they are very loving. But who wouldn't be scared of a Mafia family. I may be feared by many but I get scared too. For example spiders, clowns, the dark ( don't judge) and mostly making friends. My family has to move a lot so it means I have to start new schools often. Sometimes I don't even try. People can be so fake so why even bother. However I do have a friend before you jump to conclusions. I've known her ever since we were babies and our families are close. So when I was informed I was enrolling into her school my fears quickly subsided.

I woke up dreading getting up or even any movement at all. I gathered all my energy to roll out of bed and get ready for yet another school. The sun beamed into my eyes brightly almost as if it was smiling tauntingly. The weather unusually beautiful while I felt terrible on the inside. How ironic, even the weather hates me.

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Well I'm here. The train was not anything extraordinary, just a normal tiring train ride. As I stepped in front of the school. I stood bewildered in how beautiful it was. I was stunned with the elegant details carved into the walls of the structure. Everything was clean and uncluttered. I was dumbfounded. This is obviously a prestigious, elite school and I'm not sure I'll fit in here. "Amelia!" A voice screamed snapping me out of my trance. I spun round to see my best friend gleaming at me. She sprints at me attacking me with a hug. You may not think I'm one for hugs but I'd beg to differ. "Hiii! We're in the same classes so you have nothing to worry about." She insured that I'd be alright but you never know. Trust no one...