Mafia Princess

Chapter 1

In a normal day, in a normal city, and in a normal apartment building. This is where I live my all too normal life. I, Christine Knight, a girl with long brown hair and fair skin, woke up to the sound of my pet dog German shepherd, Hunter, barking so loud that I went rigid when I thought about my landlord and neighbors barging into my apartment just to scold me on keeping a dog barking so early in the morning. I threw a pillow at Hunter in hopes of letting him stop barking, and when he finally stopped, the alarm clock went off. Sleepy, I tiredly reached for the digital alarm clock on the nightstand to check what time it is, and when I saw it; I quickly jumped from my bed.

I went straight to the bathroom and started undressing my sleepwear consisting of boxer shorts and a shirt too big for my small frame. After I was done taking a quick shower, I took out a bandage roll from the cupboard behind the mirror. I rolled the bandage around my breast until it was flat and went out of the bathroom then straight to my room to put on some clothes. I changed into my clothes wearing dark blue jeans, a red shirt with the headline 'Shoot me', and red sneakers.

I came out of my room and grabbed for my backpack and electric guitar in its case, but before I leave the apartment, I opened my closet and took out a brown short-haired wig and a grey jacket. I look at my reflection in the mirror and stared at myself. Short brown hair, green eyes, and a plain figure similar to a boy as I grasp on a necklace I wore on my neck. A small chain around my neck where there a silver ring dangling at the center of my chest. I looked at a picture of a woman hugging a young girl just right next to the mirror and smiled.

I walked straight to the door and placed my hand there. Once I open this door and show myself to the world, I'll be throwing away my current identity as Christine Knight, the girl who no one knows about in the whole world. I'll be turning into someone everyone around me knows. "It's time to start the day as Richard Knight," I told to myself and opened the door.

Walking my way to the bus station with my backpack and guitar hanging on both of my shoulders, I saw my best friend, Russell, banging his drumsticks on a post box and a pole. Russell and I, a.k.a. "Richard", are in a band called "Night Raid" with 3 other members. Russell has brown eyes and blond messy hair. Today he's wearing short jeans, worn-out high-cut sneakers, and a deep blue t-shirt. We've been friends ever since the first day of middle school and have been best friends ever since then.

No one knows my true identity, even my best friends don't know about the truth behind "Richard". It would always make me feel guilty when I'm lying to my friends about who I really am. When I'm myself, Christine Knight, I'm considered as a ghost who no one knows because I was told by my mother that I must live my life as a boy ever since I was young with reasons unknown; but when I'm Richard Knight, the male identity my mother gave me when I was young, I'm considered as a great guitar player, the smartest "guy" at school, and the "guy" who gets bullied a lot.

"Hey, Richard!" Russell yelled, putting away his drumsticks. "You're late, but well, that's not new."

"I don't even understand why you are always so early," I said as I sat down on a bench to catch my breath and laying my guitar gently on the concrete sidewalk. "We even had a gig yesterday night at 11 and you're this energetic early in the morning?"

"And I scored a girl yesterday," Russell said happily yet boringly.

"Well then, we'd better put her on the "Russell's one night stand" list" I sighed to myself because of my very flirtatious friend. "So? What's her name?"

"Don't know but she has blond hair, blue eyes, and a great body." He said as he uses his hands to create a curvy figure in the air.

"Of course you don't know you don't even bother asking her who she is or introducing yourself other than your name. *sigh* Well here's the bus."