*7AM ALARM*
"URGH!!" Lia groaned as she rolled to the side of the bed and slammed her hand on the alarm. She puts her hand under her pillow and slides out her phone.
7 new messages ..
She blinks hard a couple of times to see who they're from. It was still too early for her. A small smile creeps up onto her face.
Dee: BITCH WAKE TF UP!!
Dee: IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL
Dee: meet by the bleachers hoe x
Lia quietly chuckles to herself. Dee is her bestfriend. It's crazy how they both have similar features. They both have dark brown hair although the only exception is that Dee has caramel highlights throughout. They're both tall, have an olive undertone to their skin and violent as fuck.
Unknown number: hey it's Charlotte
Unknown number: last night was amazing
Unknown number: we should do it again some time .. how about I come by tonight and satisfy your needs?
Blocked.
Charlotte was just a stupid one time fuck from the night before.
Mama: breakfast is on the table baby and I left you some money for lunch. have a good day at school and stay out of trouble.
Her mother is the sweetest soul anybody has ever met.
She singlehandedly raised 2 children, Lia and her elder brother, Shawn.
She was married to their father for a little over 24 years until their divorce. In the duration they were married, Lia's mother suffered terrible abusive from their father. Emotional and physical. She used to get beat, cheated on and had no support from him whatsoever. This is the main reason why both her children hate their father.
Shawn looks exactly like Lia but in a male version. Black hair and a well maintained, thick beard. He married the love of his life a year and a half ago. Her name is Kayla. She's 4 years younger than Shawn and 3 years older than Lia. 21 years young.
The four of them live in a 3 bedroom, semi-detached house in a suburban area.
After forcing herself to wake up and get out of bed, Lia finally showers, dresses herself and boots out the door.
Her choice of clothing is quite .. dark?
More like wear the only colour she has in her closet. Black.
On this cloudy September morning, she decided to wear her black '1975' t-shirt with ripped jeans, a pair of black and white old school vans and a leather jacket on top.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out her phone and taps on Dee's contact, placing the phone to her ear.
"I'm on my way".
