"The road to success and the road to failure are almost exactly the same." -- Colin R. Davis
Chapter 4: Roses are Red
2101 Woodpine Road
🎶Wait a second
Let me catch my breath
Remind me how it feels to hear your voice
Your lips are movin'
I can't hear a thing
Livin' life as if we had a choice🎶
I groaned at the irritating sound. What the hell, what is that sound? I tried to peel open my right eye and lazily look around for the dreadful device that has woken me. To my surprise, it was my cell phone.
🎶 I would do anything for you
Anything for you
Yesterday got away
Melodies stuck inside your head
A
song in every breath🎶
Why was my alarm going off? I rubbed my hands over my face and then it hit me. I was starting school today. Another groan left my mouth. Ugh, this sucks... I get up and sit at the end of my bed. I place my elbows on my knees rubbing my face again to wake up.
Coffee... I needed coffee! As luck would have it, Abby walked in with a huge black cup that had 'Good Morning' written in white letters, how ironic. I took it from her and nodded and thanks before taking a sip of the creamy goodness.
Life without coffee is like me without sleep, neither is recommended.
This was the first good cup of coffee I had in five years. The prison had coffee, which was cold 'so crazy people couldn't burn each other', it had no sugar 'because we didn't deserve sweetness' and there was never milk 'because the prison was cheap'.
I look at the clock that hung on my wall and saw that it was only 05:30. I stood up and walk to my closet.
There were so many gym outfits I could choose of but since the coffee hasn't kicked in yet, I was still too tired, so I picked the first thing my hand touched. It was light blue and black gym pants and a grey boyfriend sports bra. Quickly getting dressed and taking coffee sips here and there.
With my coffee cup now empty, I walk down the stairs to the kitchen to grab a one-liter water bottle before jogging back up the stairs to the gym room. I knew this was going to be a routine; wake up, drink coffee, gym and then the rest of the important things.
I needed to exercise before going to school every day. It would keep up my physical strength and it would wake me up in the morning.
I run on the treadmill for 30 min non-stop, tripping and almost falling on my face a few times. I then did push-ups before taking a water break.
Following the water break, I did pull-ups, squats, and lunges before another water break. Remembering that I had to keep myself hydrated if I didn't want to pass out.
Then I did sit-ups, leg races, 5 min plank, and donkey kicks. Looking at the time I saw that I still had at least another hour left, so I continued punishing myself.
Fire hydrants, round the house squat kicks and burpee's followed. I was starting to tire out and needed a shower soon. My abs, arms, and legs were killing me, but I didn't give up.
After a slightly longer than needed water brake I continued with my exercises with side lunges, 5 min wall sit than 5 min side plank each side and then lastly crunches. Dropping to the ground on my back I gasped for air.
Why I punish myself this much I didn't know, but when I look in the mirror and saw myself I knew I was doing this for myself. I lay on the ground for about 10 min trying to catch my breath. Slowly I stood up groaning when my muscles ache, protesting to standing up.
I stretched down so I wouldn't be sore later today or tomorrow before slowly walking to my room groaning with each painful step I took up the stairs. I need a warm shower right now!
Another 20 min later I was done, I brushed my teeth and then walked to my room while towel drying my hair. I looked at the clock and saw that it read 7:00 AM. I walked to the table with the Hi-Fi on. A song by Demi Lovato was playing so I turned up the volume.
🎶You told me you never fall in love
But now that I get you
I know fear is all it really was🎶
I walk to my walk-in closet wondering what I was going to wear. I wasn't your normal average girl. I was no girly-girly or tomboy. The best way to describe me was that I liked to do makeup and wear heels, but I also liked setting things on fire.
I looked in and I was shocked to see how many clothes there actually were in the closet. This morning I was still sleepy so I didn't really get a look. In the closet, there were enough clothes for the next 2 years and I would not once wear the same outfit.
I looked around for the best first day at school outfit. I wanted something that is badass, sassy and sexy but still appropriate for school.
First impressions were after all everything. I wanted everybody to know that I wasn't to be messed with but I also wanted people to think I was sexy and untouchable.
🎶So close yet so far
Haven't I passed the test?
When will you realize
Baby, I'm not like the rest?
Wanna give your heart a break
I know you're scared it's wrong
Like you might make a mistake 🎶
I am the type of girl that would rather wear everything black and still look good then wear something two sizes too small for me and not look good. I finally found what I was looking for. It was perfect for the image I wanted to create.
I took a pair of black ripped jeans that had chains over the cuts. A black shirt that was ripped in the front and showed just a hint of my cleavage, there were also rips on the arms. With the outfit, I chose a black leather jacket which also had zips covering the jacket.
I walked to the accessories wall and took out a white belt that I would wear with the black jeans. I took black sunglasses that looked pretty bad-ass.
I walked to the shoe section. There I took a pair of white converse that had silver spikes all over the shoes. I looked at my outfit and smirked.
🎶And there's no time to wait, to wait
so let me give your heart a break
Give your heart a break
Your heart a break
There's just so much you can take
Give your heart a break
Let me give your heart a break
Your heart a break
Oh yeah, yeah🎶
This outfit was perfect because it showed off my body but it also had a vibe that kind of said that 'Don't mess with me' and that was why I liked it. I quickly got dressed. The jean sat tight on my legs but it was like a sexy tight.
Before I pulled my shirt over my head I walk to the intercom and connected to the kitchen intercom. I had to eat breakfast before going to school. And no it wasn't because breakfast was the most important meal of the day.
No, I wanted to eat because I was starving. I only realized right know that I last ate yesterday morning, which was prison food.
"Luke, can you make me some breakfast; eggs, and toast or something. I don't have much time." I let go of the button so he could reply. Luke's unfamiliar voice came through the intercom "Yes Ma'am." I left the intercom and walked back to my bed where I left my shirt.
🎶There were tears in your eyes
I called your cell, my love
but you did not reply
We can take it if you just take my hand
There's no turning back now
Baby, try to understand🎶
While pulling or should I say struggling to tug my shirt over my head I blindly walked to my makeup table. All kinds of makeup were neatly laid on the table. Doing my eyes with a smoky effect and for a second I went still. I looked into the mirror at my sky blue eyes.
The same color eyes as my mother. I really missed her. I always have and always will. I shake my head and continued by putting on eyeliner, mascara, and lip-gloss before starting to comb my hair.
I curled my hair in soft wavy curls and left it to lay loosely on my back.
After staring at myself in the mirror, I decided I looked good and walked out of my room down the stairs and into the kitchen where Luke was just finishing my breakfast and placing it on a plate before putting it on the table. I took the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice as I started to eat the food Luke made. It tasted so good!
Just then the butler from yesterday walked in "Oh, good morning ma'am. Hope you slept well?" he asked in a polite voice. I swallowed the bite and nodded "Oh yes I did. Sorry, I don't mean to be rude but I forgot your name. Oh and please call me Tatiana?"
He smiled a small-soft smile and said. "Don't worry, my name is Mr. Alfred Pennyworth, Miss Tatiana." He replied and it was then that I heard his Russian accent.
I smiled and nodded "Well after school when I came back, would you please introduce me to everyone. I know you did yesterday but that was just a quick introduction. I would like to meet each and every one personally so I can get-to-know everyone?" He nodded. I needed to know the people in this house. I needed to know if I could trust them.
"Thanks, Alfred. Well, I'm out, got to get to be at school in 20 minutes." I walked out of the kitchen and back to my room take the stairs two at a time. Next to one my study table was a black and blue backpack with a pen, pencil, and empty exam paper book in it.
I'll just have to go and buy some stuff this afternoon not that I would really be doing any school work. Back downstairs I picked up my keys and slipped through the door.
Quickly pressing the popup garage button on the remote and hurrying to the garage, I chose a car that I knew would make everybody gasp at school. I decided on the black Hurácan Spyder Lamborghini.
The inside was black leather and smelled like a new car, my new favorite smell. On the passenger seat laid a white envelope with my name neatly written on it in cursive letters.
After opening it I saw the neat handwriting of Silva. Boy, his handwriting was so much neater than mine.
Silva started off humorously 'How did I know you would choose this car for the first day' I chuckled because it was funny how good he knew me. Reading further...
'Under your seat is your gun fully loaded and a pocket knife, the first one you had. In the envelope are your driver license, ID, and gun permit. Be good and don't make trouble. Get to school on time. You can say your real name at school nobody will know you just came out of jail. See you soon kiddo. I let you know when the Gang Meeting is. - Silva'
I look under the seat and just like the letter said I found my gun and pocket knife and in the envelope, I found all the other things I needed. The driver license was a fake.
I didn't get the chance to get the real deal because I was in prison. The thing is Silva knew I could drive. He made sure of it in the 2 years before the whole prison shebang. Putting my sunglasses on and turn on the radio on its loudest.
My foot found its way to the accelerator and pressed down, revving the car and also make smoke leave the tires. Switch the gear the car sped down the driveway to the gate, which was already open.
The clock read 07:10 meaning I only had 20 minutes to get to school if I wanted to make sure I got everybody's attention. Speeding down the roads, barely stopping I rolled my window half way down and tapped my fingers to the beat of the music playing on the radio. I started slowing down when I reached the school entrance.
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