Summary: Why Beatrix Kiddo might have become an assassin.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kill Bill, but I own Michael Kiddo, Vanessa Kiddo and Marianne Walker.
Ch. 1
"Shut the fuck up!" My father screamed at me as he thrust the shattered vase into my face.
I bit my tongue hard, holding back a scream and tasting the salty blood at the same time. Dad was drunk, as usual, hitting me because of his resentment of mom's affair. The hitting stopped, and I knew he was going to the bar because I heard him open and slam the trailer door. That fucker.
My name is Beatrix Kiddo, and I'm in 3rd grade. I'm rather short for my age, the reason that I was laughed at in school. They also laughed at me because of my horse-like face, mostly covered in cuts and bruises.
I reached up to touch my cut face, and was surprised to see there was no blood. I sighed and gathered up the rest of my books, as it was nearly time for school. Before I walked out of the door, I stared admiringly at dad's samurai sword. It was a souvenir when he went to Japan, and I was surprised that he was able to sneak it onto the plane.
I grabbed my book and ran out the door, hoping to make it to school before the bus came. The school was far away, but since I was in good shape, it felt effortless to get there. I reached the hellhole just as the bus came in, dropping off the kids with fancy clothes and plenty of food. The girls with their hair done up in curls, wearing those fucking perfect Mary Jane's without any scuff marks, and dresses that came past their knees. Me, I had nothing but a torn turtleneck, some jeans that had to be shortened because of their long legs, shoes four sizes to big for me, and my long hair was greasy due to the fact of my dad not bothering to pay the water bill.
I hid on the stairs, trying to be invisible, but I heard one of them bitches talking about me.
"Oh, look, isn't it the little trailer park trash," I heard Marianne Walker say about me.
I stiffened, trying to ignore her words. C'mon Beatrix... Just gotta count to ten...
"Look what I've got. It's something your daddy couldn't afford," she held out a new sweater, something I never could afford.
"Shut up you worthless piece of garbage!" I screamed at her.
She smirked at me, enjoying the reaction she was getting from me. I snarled as I grabbed a fistful of her hair before ramming it into my other fist. I felt a snap, and I immediately knew I broke her nose. My mind started to scream at me to stop, but I didn't. I kept on pounding her as the other kids cheered me on as she started to cry. A teacher must have heard, because the next thing I knew I was sitting in the office, the principle and my mom speaking to each other.
"We just can't accept this . . ."
Blah, blah, blah. I ignored what he said, and thought of Marianne's face when I pounded her face in. I almost laughed out loud when I heard mom sigh.
"C'mon, hon. Let's get going," She said.
I knew I was expelled, but I didn't care.
TBC . . .
Yes, I know its rather crap. But, I somehow thought this was how Beatrix's past was like. Bitchy kids, an abusive father, a mom that's basically never there . . .