"Drink the blood! DRINK THE BLOOD!! DRINK RHE BLOOD!!!" I looked around, I saw familiar faces, Annabel, Denzel, Daphney and even Moscow hands bleeding, faces void of emotion and I could only wonder, How did I get here?
It started out out pretty simple. We were poor, farmers, and in exactly one month I was to get into Northsville Academy , sounds pretty easy right?
That's because it was. Till it wasn't.
I had just come into the house with the bottled up milk I was to deliver when my sister stormed in, I looked at the time 2:00 pm....I sighed. "Put those down and go get your sister down her sweetie" mother said, when she uses those endearments she sounds creepier than usual. Shivers ran down my spine but I still did as I was told....If I remember carefully, I walked up the stairs to my sister's room, 3rd room on your right, it's not a big house.
I walked in, she wasn't on the bed but she was here, she had to be, so I beelined to her "hand me down" black out curtains, dragged it open and there she was....on the floor.
"What the fuck Izzy" she yelled, she's cursing, she's mad and I can already guess what it's about this time, i mean it's about the same shit it's always about.
"Mum said to come get you" It came out as a plea when i realized she wasn't mad, she was sad. Daphney never gets sad, angry.... yes but sad??? I started getting nervous cause she just stared at me with her tear stained face. "Did you hear me, daph?" I asked once more before she wiped her face got up and walked out wordlessly and I followed.
I was filled with dread not because of what daphney's going through but because of what I'd likely have to go through and worse.
"Daphney Hope brown" mum started
"Yes ma'am" daph answered
" First of all you do not pay a dime in this household, not for water, not for electricity, not for food and most certainly not repairs so the next time you wanna storm in and slam the damn door you check yourself before you even think of touching the doornob, you hear me?" Mum finished
" Yes mother" daphney replied feeling smaller than ever. " I know it's hard there but think about me and all the sacrifices.....yada yada yada, yeah I couldn't sit through another emotional blackmail and guilt tripping featuring my mum and sis so I dipped.
"Off to make the deliveries" I shouted already at the door. Outside in fresh air I took a deep breath hooked the mild carts to my bike and hopped on but I couldn't shake the feeling of dread off of my shoulders, it's because of that damn school.
Northsville Academy isn't your regular academy. It's the school for the bloody rich, the business moguls, government wealthy, the underground old money descendants, the Mafia bosses, you name it, you can find all their offsprings in Northsville and so you wonder why some poor farm girl is getting ii right?....it's because Northsville likes to keep image, so even though their located in the "f*ck you money" part of Northsville they like to "extend their hand" in form of "charity" and have scholarships given to the kids in the poor part of Northsville.
Now we live on our farm but it's at the end of the sub urbs of Northsville which is the beginning of the poor art of it so what are we?
Suburban kids or poor kids??, whatever we are it didn't stop my psycho mom from wanting us in the top leagues by hook or crook.
I rode passed a lady in sweats , "oh hi Helen" I yelled already riding passed her. "Hi Isabel, fresh milk?" She yelled back and I answered with a nod. This is where it all wet wrong.
Moscow's POV
' What a waste of my goddamn time' my dad sighed nursing a cigarette on a live conference call with his marketing team.
"Schedule a meeting when you have rather tangible work to present, till then I believe I don't have to tell you how thin the ice y'all are on is" with that he ended the call, this was my cue.
**Knocks on door**
"Dad?" I called strolling into his private study. "I'm off the Jake's, can I take your La Rose?" I asked. He gave me the look I already anticipated, a nice smirk with an eyebrow raise, he loves that car as a matter of fact it's his favorite.
"Mus, remind me why you can't take your new La voiture?"
" That's because your fav car is my fav car, I take after you, right dad?" I smiled to myself, I'm using his words against him.
" He tossed some the keys, not a scratch, bring her back in one piece, got that mus?"
I eyed the keys in my hand like candy, I couldn't believe it.
"Yes dad, thanks dad"I yelled already at the door.
I plan to have a blast today, when Jake said he was throwing a party I didn't want to go but I also didn't want to listen to my dad make business calls and engage in second hand smoking so I had to go....
My dad's La Rose is out back so I had to pass the kitchen. " See you for dinner nana" I said and kissed the cheeks of my favorite person in the whole world, " I'm Making your favorite chicken and rice my tésoro"....I know what you're thinking but no we're not Hispanic, my grandma has just been obsessed with the title so she uses it on me instead of normal pet names. " With real chicken?" I asked already excited. " There's no fake chicken Moscow" she said giggling " Tell that to the diner on Mane's Street nana" I said picking up a apple and walking to the door, I opened it but turned to say "Bye nana" and as I turned back..."ugh shit"...
I hit someone, No some..girl?