Chapter 1: I am 16 going on master thief...
Switch yawned, stretched, and rubbed her eyes. She quickly sprung out of bed and ran a quick shower, wrapping her bright purple hair in a towel and her body in her bathrobe before checking her phone. She had a new message from one of the girls:
Switch, gtfo your damn flat, I'm bored ;_;
-Jan-
Switch sighed and switched on the hairdryer, plugging in her iPod speakers at top volume and singing along to Rock The Casbah. While she waited for her straightener to heat up, she texted Jan back:
Jan you twat! I have school, luv! And SO DO YOU, ya bunker :/ - xo
-Cass-
Her straightener beeped and she started to do her hair, tutting at her fringe that was way too long. Quickly she got dressed, and after a little internal debate she pulled on her Sid Vicious Tee and blue skinnies. She put on her favorite high-tops, white and blue, and pulled on a vintage brown jacket. After checking her watch, cursing, and falling over her straightener's lead, she applied heavy purple eyeliner and mascara she had bought in town that weekend. Then, she clipped her padlock and chain with its trademark, Sid 'R', in place around her throat. She checked her mobile and found a reply from Jan and a new text from Cassie:
? The fuck I'm going to school- some shit at the Arches nicked a tenner off me and I want it back. Gone be class ;) wish you were here lolol
-Jan-
Oy Levvie, Jan is on the warpath cause Rick nicked a tenner off her FUUUCK wanna go watch the shit storm? Tam says meet her at the Gate and she'll head to Saints with ya :P xo
-Cass-
Switch grinned; Jan was always in trouble, the little shit stirrer. Cass found it hilarious and encouraged it, but Switch didn't care and neither did Tam who dressed kind of hipster, but was dead on and so laid back. Marnie, who she was expecting a text from any moment, was their resident girly girl. And Gee, she didn't give a shit about anything or anyone except herself and the girls.
Switch grabbed her tokidoki schoolbag and files, and then left her flat that she lived in alone, which her parents had left her in their will. Her parents were billionaires and they were both shot execution style by some fucker that wanted their money. The Killer had died in prison that year, the same year she had turned 16 and took control of the finances. She just left it in the control of the financiers though and tried to ignore it.
As she left her flat and headed for the Gate, Marnie texted her:
Zomg, serious goss! Jan shook up Rick and got her tenner back and then in front of the *whole* Square, Rick turns around and then fully starts pulling her- Cass= 0.o
-Marns- xoxo
Switch giggled and looked up to see Tam in high waisted shorts and a flowery tee from Hollister. Switched waved to Tam and she waved back.
"Tam, shit went DOWN! Jan went for Rick and he pulled her!" Tam's mouth fell open as they walked. "Fuck me. Did Cass tell you?"
"Nah, Marns told me and I think Cass told her. Hey, wonder where Gee is?" Tam's expression darkened.
"She's back with Nate."
"Motherfucker."
"Switch, if she keeps this up you know she has to go. Not even joking, that grass she was meant to get off Muse. Blew if off to blow something else. And I'm not talking bubbles." (A/N: 'Muse' is a drug dealer- not Stephenie Meyer's fangirl band...)
They had arrived at Saints High School, with 5 minutes to spare before reg. They went their separate ways and Switch started thinking about their crime syndicate, known only as The Girls to the police. Her, Jan, Cass, Marnie, Tam, and Gee were the daughters of some of the biggest criminals running the Underworld.
Each Girl had a different facet of crime to pick. Gee, specialized in drugs on a countrywide scale. Cassie, ran a massive computer hacking organization from her bedroom. Jan, trained some of the meanest fighters around and collabed with Tam to sell her fighters. Tam had an armaments deal with a secret faction of the CIA and Marnie was an expert when it came to valuing any object- or, if given the right money, could increase an object in value immensely.
And Switch? She was a master thief in training who made her first steal at age 11, helping her dad in a heist to steal an urn with unbeknownst to the valuers (thanks to Marnie's parents) was made of solid gold but was painted over in red. She was useful at the time as she could distract the guards while her dad took the urn and her mum put a replacement on the pedestal.
As she sat down for another history lesson that consisted of writing down everything the teacher said, her thoughts turned to Gee.
(A/N: First off... THANK YOU to my fab little beta, Rose31276! She had concussion and STILL beautified my work xD Kudos to you, girl! And secondly... some of the slang in this is a bit East Belfast. Yeah- sorry about that :) Luff ye!)
