Hey everybody as you should know by now i have put my other 2 books on hold at the moment to get this book further ahead because as you know it is hard to juggle 3 different books at once.... okay maybe you don't know anyway here is the chapter. I would also like to say i dedicated this chapter to immature_writing i love her book, 'Naturally Random' it is hilarious and everyone who reads this message should check it out... along with every other book/personn ive dedicated my books to...
enjoy my llama herd..... im patting my cat at the moment
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“Do not tell anyone!” I yelled for the third time
“Fine, then stop being part of a gang!” Pete yelled back
“Never! You don’t know how much that gang meant to me and how much I missed them. I want to take my mind off leaving them and me joining or starting a new gang will help me overcome that!”
“No! Go do knitting or something!” Pete suggested angrily
“Oh Shizzzzz” Danielle whispered
“KNITTING? ARE YOU MESSING WITH ME RIGHT NOW? DO I LOOK 80 YEARS OLD AND ABOUT TO DIE OF CANCER OR A HEART ATTACK!?”
“Knitting is very soothing (A/N: I used to knit but I don’t have much time for it now. I have nothing against knitting) and it can keep your mind off things”
“He’s right Annie, knitting helped me when I had issues back when I got bullied and everything. Like you know,” Danielle eyed me cautiously, “Before we met and I came to face my problems better”
“Danielle, not helping” I spoke through gritted teeth and turned to Pete, “Why can’t you accept it, accept me?”
Pete visibly relaxed and calmed down and looked at me worriedly, “I don’t want to see you get hurt”
I softened at that and opened my mouth to reply but Danielle beat me to it, “Seriously Pete, she can handle herself. Haven’t you heard she’s the most sought out street fighter and she’s been given multiple chances to go professional, even in the men’s professional league? She handles guns, knives and sadistic nut jobs, daily. She runs the best and strongest gang in the northern hemisphere and is the most feared female that you would come across. She is nightmare and she still slightly runs the nightmare mafia gang, which is named after her, and is half way across the globe. Annie is more than able to fend for herself” She said in one breath. She took a big gulp of air and continued, “So shut your faces and make up already”
Me and Pete looked at her and then back to each other and chuckled lightly.
I looked at Pete in his protective older brother mode and tried to soothe him by giving him a big, bone crushing hug.
He pulled back, “Okay ill continue letting you be in a gang. BUT, no drugs okay I-“
“I NEVER DID DRUGS, HOW C-“
“I never said you did, im just saying. Be careful okay, I don’t want to see you hurt again but this time physically” he came and gave me a long hug.
I looked past him guiltily. I only ever told Pete about my mental abuse, he would go ape if he ever heard about my slight physical abuse.
“I’ll be careful okay P” I tried to make a joke out of the situation by saying, “It doesn’t hurt anyway from when I get hit. I don’t recognize pain anymore so I let them get a few hits in to make a good show.”
“Not helping” Pete mumbled tightly with his jaw clenched with me in his arms.
“Sorry” I mumbled back
“You guys are bipolar or something, your moods change so quickly” Danielle exclaimed and put her earphones in while getting back into the car.
I chuckled and let out of the hug. I walked back over to the car waiting to go back home.
“Umm Annie?” Pete asked uncertainly
I turned around and smiled to give him reassurance, “Yeah Pete?”
“Could I go to one of your fights? I mean if that’s okay with you and it will be only one and that’s if you want me there and all that?” He looked to me still unsure and a little bit like a lost puppy.
I chuckled, “Pete, you can come to all of them if you want”
I hopped back into the car and waited for Pete.
I saw him fist punching the air outside then him quickly composing himself as if that never happened. He walked into the car with a composed manner but it quickly slipped off and a huge grin painted his face.
I chuckled quietly and turned into the road.
“My sister is Nightmare” Pete whispered adoringly.
I looked over at him who was looking out the front window. He had this proud and triumphant look on his face as he looked at the traffic in front which supported my idea that he was unaware that I heard him talking to himself.
I smiled, “And my brother fist pumps the air, real cool”
He snapped his head towards me in shock that I had heard him and Danielle began to laugh uncontrollably.
I’m back to fight and now, I have support.
By the end of the day I had joined a new gang with Danielle and became the gang leader and I had also spoken to the man in charge of the most popular fight club, guaranteeing me a spot in a fight sometime in the next few week.
I also found out that Pete’s friends have a huge crush on nightmare and think I’m ‘too dangerously sexy for my own good’ I laughed incredibly loud when I read the message that Jackson (a friend of Pete’s) sent to him. They heard about Nightmare moving here and have already started a fan club.
I was currently in the home gym with Danielle because mum had refused to let us in our rooms yet because she needs dad and Pete for some ‘finishing touches’ on the room, I just hope it’s not; pink, frilly, too girly or even worse; all three.
I delivered another couple punches to the punching bag when I heard my mum calling for both of us. My hands started to get clammy What if I hate the room? I can’t tell mum that I hate it and I don’t want to change it if it means she would get disappointed in herself
I walked up the stairs to get to my room with Danielle following behind me. My whole family outside of the door looking excited yet nervous for my new room.
“Danielle your room is next door, the room is the exact same except in grayscale”
My stomach dropped but I also became slightly relieved. The furniture is not going to be childish in the guestroom but what colour is my room going to be?
Not pink. Not pink. Not pink. I chanted in my head as I closed my eyes in anticipation and pushed the door open.
I stepped in opening my eyes waiting to be attacked by pink pillows, frilly quilts and overly floral wallpaper but I gasped in surprise and admiration by the masterpiece before me.
My room consisted of a dark purple-y mauve painted a feature wall with white stripes going to the corners. The white walls had a purple strip from one ends of the wall leading to the next and joining up to the white stripes on the feature wall. A sleek bed with un-frilled quilt stood in the middle with a beautiful chandelier hanging above it. A white vanity, desk chair and seat with purple features stood in the room as additional furniture with a mannequin holding up by boxing gloves and tape. Pictures of me and my family and me and my American friends were handing on the wall next to my vanity.
I turned around o face my family and grabbed them all into a hug. A colossal smile was on my face as I repeated ‘thank-you’ ’s and ‘I love it’ ‘s. My pants were tugged on by Lucas who was patiently waiting for my attention. I turned to him who had this cute expression of worry on his face.
“Yes? What is it L?” I asked
“Do you like the pictures? I hung them up” he timidly responded
I picked him up and threw him in the air, “That’s my favourite part L. I love you”
He giggled while Pete grunted and muttered, “My part was supposed to be her favourite”
“Yours too Pete” I laughed out.
“I love it, guys, I love you all” and walked into their arms while Lucas crawled onto my back and sat on my shoulders.
My family is amazing.
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So yeah a little fact today is the 24/09/13 and its 4.40
and i have 93 reads 14 votes and 5 comments !!!!
i know not much compared to the writers here on wattpad but im pretty excited that i have nearly 100 reads.
I dont feel completely crazy at the moment ( which is a first) because i have a stomach ache and i hope my mum makes her amazing chicken soup (If youve had then you know what i mean) or pumpkin soup. I LOVE YOU MUM AND YOUR FOOD!
wow i sound like i only think about mum and her food. haha she just walked past me just then and i started laughing and she is probably questioning my sanity.
oh well
Patt a llama
kiss a potato
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I love you all, homosapiens
and all you animals who don't try to kill me
-Alana