What can I say guys. I love me some REPO! Based on a Repo! meme. Fav and review pwease! :3
It was probably the worst day of my life.
I had just turned 17 years old, and you'd think that would be great; not completely naïve but not exactly a legal adult. The problem was: it wasn't. Nope. And you want to know why?
Because today was the day I had to get my first surgery.
It's a family "tradition", you know, ever since my mother, father, my four sisters and I moved to the city. I told them not to move here. I told them the suburb was where we should be. But did they listen? No. Instead they drag me here.
At first, mother told me father got a special offer at GeneCo to work for Rotti Largo, personally. However, I'm pretty sure that was just sent through millions Geneterns. And although, yes, my father works for GeneCo, I wouldn't say it's the greatest job considering he's the Largo siblings personal "GENEsurgeon." I could only imagine how much work he has to do on a daily basis having to deal with those maniac children of Rotti: Luigi, Amber, and Pavi.
Anyway, what does this have to do with me having to get my first surgery?
Well, the majority of the females in my family—excluding me—adore Amber Sweet. There was one time they all had gotten their faces redone to look exactly like Amber. They can't get enough of the dumb braud. Anyway, my mom had decided that at the age of 17 each of her children would get their first surgery without disputes in honor of what GeneCo has done for our family.
What did they do?
They gave us a friggin huge house that's what. We live in a mansion practically. Everything looks so expensive; very elegant and prestigious according to my mother, who doesn't even look anything like my real mom anymore. She has had so many surgeries; I'm beginning to think she's becoming addicted to it. I mean she's changed her entire figure to be this tiny waist with fair skin, but almost completely covered in stitches. At least she has her old face back. Her excuse is that she wants to be as elegant as the house is. And although I must say I am grateful for the house, I don't want to get a friggin surgery!
Which brings us back to the present.
"I don't want to get surgery mom!" I protested once again to my mother. I had been protesting ever since I turned 17. Which was this morning.
"Now Chloe I don't think you realize how great this could be!" She said in such glee. She turned around in her swivel chair with immense giddiness and went back to sewing. Oh yes, did I mention my mom loves to sew? If that's something I know will never change, it's sewing. It's her life. She's made every single one of my outfits since I was born. Everything precise, clean cut and made to perfection. Maybe that's why my mom likes surgery so much…
"Chloe? Are you listening to me?" She questioned with annoyance. "I swear, when you get your surgery get some new ears or a brain to fix that attention span of yours. It's really quite unsightly for people of our rank." She remarked as she held up some fabric to measure. She then picked up some thread and began to stick the thread through the hole of the needle. "So did you decide on what you're going to get done?"
"NO! I'm not getting anything done mom. That's what I've been trying to tell you—"
"Shhhh! I'm trying to get this thread through the needle..."
Filled with rage I scream in frustration and slam the door to my mother's sewing room shut as I leave. As I leave I can hear her say from the other side of the door, "Tell your sisters I have their dresses fixed. Oh, don't forget to take a nap sweetie. It'll help for the surgery!" I grunted in defiance as I headed down the stairs. Before I got down I was bombarded by my older sisters.
Now they all love Amber Sweets as I had mentioned before, however, this week they were showing their Pavi support. Hence, they all got faces pinned on top of their own in appreciation. They all looked horrifying. It was like being surrounded by a bunch of Pavi's as they all decided to get his current face. And like all quadruplets, they liked to be the same about everything. Including timing of speech.
"Soooooooo watcha' gonna get Chloe?" they all asked excitedly in unison. "We're all anxious on what you're going to get. We talking about it before and thought maybe you might want to join us in Pavi appreciation week." Then they all cracked their smiles at me. Their menacing, creepish smiles only quadruplets could pull off. I mean, back in the suburbs when they were just normal blonde, blue eyed quadruplets this was cute, but now, especially with that Pavi face: they could fit right into the Largo family.
"I'm not getting anything." I smoothly replied refusing to look at them in the eye. They were just too creepy.
"WHAT? Does mom know about this? How can you not get something done?! It's tradition!" They frantically followed me down the steps, trying to get me to look at them, and bombarding me with questions left and right.
"Look this is your tradition not mine. I don't want surgery. I like me for me. End of story." I was about to go stomping down the hallway, but then I remembered mom wanted them. "Oh, and mom wants you guys to try on the dresses she fixed."
"Oooooh!" they squealed in unison as they ran up the stairs and into the sewing room. I watched until I heard the door slam.
Great, I thought, Now's my chance. I grabbed my "everything bag" I got from my friend Violet who lived in a city far away from mine, with problems of their own. Something having to do with vampires or something like that…
Anyways, it has an infinite amount of space inside so I can pack everything I need without having to use those bulky suitcases. I ran down the hall and opened a secret passageway—the one thing that I love about this house—that led to a flight a stairs. I ran down those stairs as fast as I could until I got to an old stone door. I pushed it opened with all my might and closed it right behind me. I tried to catch my breath from all the running. I sat on top of a grave that read Largo on the top. Must have been Rotti's late wife…
Having caught my breath, I got myself together head towards a metal door. I opened the door to the outside I breathed in the beautiful air of the graveyard. So much more refreshing. I made sure my everything bag was strapped securely around my waist and started running through the graveyard as far as I could from home. I had to since I was, you know, running away.
