My parents are gang leaders

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"Hey girl hey." my best friend, Emma, says as she comes up to my locker with a big smile on her face.

Emma is the same height as I am, 5'6, with shoulder length, blonde hair, while mine is a raven color, in the middle of my back, and hazel eyes, but hers are more brown and mine are more green.

"Hey." I say with a smile on my face as well.

"What's up Bitches?" my other best friend, Nick, says as he walks up to us.

Nick is 6'1, short brown hair, and dark blue eyes, with little to no freckles, and muscular.

I grab my books out my locker and shut the door and lean on it, while I talk to my best friends.

"So how was your weekend?" Emma asks Nick while I just listen.

That's the thing with these two. I don't have to talk a lot and I like it that way.

"Boring. All I did was clean the house and stay in my room away from my dad." Nick responded. "What about you?"

"Same old, same old." Emma responded. "Raven, how was your weekend?" They both turned their attention to me.

"Good, I guess. My parents got into another fight, this time Jake and I had to leave the house. We went and got ice cream and when we came back home we saw that we had new neighbors moving in next door so we helped them so we didn't have to go home."

"Oh fun." Emma says

"Yeah, anyways what-"

All of a sudden Nick's books were on the floor and a group of boys were in front of him.

"What you looking at, freak?" One of the boys asked

Nick was speechless. He couldn't make words come out his mouth to answer. So the bully shoved him into the locker and was about to punch him. That's when I stepped in and tackled the bully to the floor. Everyone had stopped and gathered around to watch. I was on top of the bully punching everywhere I could. When suddenly I was pulled off of him.

"What the hell?!" the bully said while getting up. He then saw who pulled me off of him.

"Jake. I-"

"I don't want to hear it, Richard." he paused, "As for you. What the hell were you thinking?!"

"No one bullies my friends." I paused "No one." I said making a point.

"Raven, you can't just hit whoever you want whenever you want." My brother says.

"You cannot tell me I can't defend the ones I love. You cannot tell me I can't do things that you have done. I do what I want, when I want. And you nor anyone else can stop me." I said and left to go to class.

"Rave. Rave! RAVEN!!" My brother called for me but I didn't turn back, I kept on walking.

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It is now the last class of the day, nothing happened besides a few stares and side comments. Richard stayed by my brothers side for the rest of the day and never messed with me or my friends. He has a nice black eye, a busted lip, and a broken nose.

You see my brother and dad taught me how to fight and told me that I might have to protect myself on day. But ever since they taught me, my anger issues got worse. I have this feeling that my family is hiding something big from me. And if they are, all hell will break lose.

*RIINGGGGG*

I got up in a flash, went to my locker to put my books away, grabbed my helmet out, shut the door and walked to my bike.

"Rave."

I turned around thinking it was my brother but it was the dumbass they call, Richard.

"What the hell do you want." I said rolling my eyes as I put my helmet on.

He grabbed my wrist and looked me in the eyes, "I wanted to apologize for this morning." I just looked at him to continue.

"I am sorry for bullying your friend." He said as he moved his hand to hold mine.

"Jake put you up to this." It wasn't a question, I knew he had. I pulled my hand away from Richard's and climbed onto my bike. I looked at Richard and said, "Show me that you are sorry and maybe I will forgive you." then sped off to my house.

*15 minuets later*

I pull into my driveway and park my bike next to my brothers. My parents cars are gone so that means they are at work.

"JAKE!!"

"WHAT?!"

I headed straight to him. He was in the kitchen making himself a sandwich.

"What the hell? You had Richard apologize to me? Why? What is the damn point?"

"There are so many things you don't understand. Lets just say if he didn't, bad things were going to happen." He said as he took a bite of his food

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I can't tell you yet."

"Why the fuck not?" I asked getting angrier.

"Don't get mad. I am not allowed to tell you. That is not my job."

I rolled my eyes, took his sandwich, and said, "And you wonder why I have anger issues." then walked to my room.

"That was MY SANDWICH." Jake said

"Not anymore." I say then close my bedroom door.