After being relocated 4 different times you get used to it. New house. New name. New life. Take the Giovanni's for example. The father, Russell, used to be a Mob Lord. Long line of Italian mobsters in his family. He had people working for him in every business. He was at the top of his game. In his town, there was no crime. That was until an old family feud started up again and bought terror onto him and his family. They had to relocate. From USA to France. From France to Sweden. From Sweden to London. That is where our story begins. With Russell, his wife Judy, their eldest Quinn and her brother Warren. They were the Giovanni's now they are the Fabray's. Some people called it organised crime, they called it family.
"Quinn. Can you please help with the last of this stuff?" Her mother called to her as she pulled off her head phones. Quinn just rolled her eyes and grabbed another box from the back of the car, dumped it in the living room and pulled back on her earphones. "Right," her mum said as she pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket. "Quinnie, upstairs on the right, Warren you're opposite. Take up the rest of your stuff." Quinn groaned as she grabbed another box and hulled it up the stairs. Warren followed close by and turned into his room as she went into hers.
Judy was already making breakfast by the time Quinn was out of bed. Warren had stuffed his face so he went back upstairs to get ready for school.
"Hiya sweetie, breakfast is in the table and your lunch is all packed. Oh and could you please go and get your father. He's been out there trying to clear that shed." The blonde obliged and found her dad sitting at a desk surrounded by paper.
"Hi dad." She said as she wrapped her arms around him. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, just...trying to, uh, write a novel...on war."
"Dad I know it's your memoir. But don't let mom find out. She said breakfast is ready so come in when your done." Quinn's dad smiled and he kissed her hand as she pulled away.
Warren and Quinn had already found themselves at the school gates as Quinn clutched her books to her chest and Warren gulped.
"De-brief at lunch?" She asked him. He nodded his head and the fist bumped before they followed different paths.
Sitting down at her desk for science, she huffed as she tried to find her pencil case. When she couldn't find it she grabbed a spare pencil and started to write notes. Meanwhile on the other side of school Warren was getting the crap beaten out of him.
"Alright. Alright...I'll, I'll do it. Just...stop." He said as he rolled onto his back and coughed.
"I want it done by tomorrow. If it isn't done then I'll introduce myself to that pretty little sister of yours." He said before finally give the helpless boy one last kick in ribs. Yelling in pain, he rolled over and clutched his ribs. They left him bleeding as the bell for lunch went. Warren grasped his ribs and slowly stood up griping the sink.
"Fucking tea drinkers." He said as he washed the blood of his face. He winced as he gently pressed his black eye. Shaking his head he grabbed his bag and went to meet Quinn.
"So what's up?" She said as she placed her tray down opposite her brother.
Warren then went on to explain and analyse nearing every kid in the lunch hall. "That girl, Santana Lopez. She is basically the queen of this place. Do not get on her bad side. She is in love with Brittany S. Pierce, but no one knows." Quinn looked up and saw the the Latina girl laughing away with Brittany, when a little brunette sat in the corner with her head in a book. Something clicked on Quinn. Her heart immediately skipped a beat or twenty when she saw her biting her pen.
"What about her?" Quinn pointed her fork in the direction of the girl.
"Oh her, well, she's a straight A student. Two gay dads, thinks she's Barbra Streisand. Is in this club. Erm, glee club or something." The blonde nodded her head and smirked.