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I realised that I was different from everyone else when teachers failed to yell at me. When parents looked at me like I had a third head. When children were eventually told to stay the hell away from me. I was about seven and I still remember a mother looking at me disgustedly before whispering in an overly loud voice to her daughter

"You make sure you stay away from that girl Clarisse…" she punctuated her sentence with a poisonous glare at me. I still remember frowning in confusion as my mum put her hand on my shoulder, trying to lead me away; however, me being the inquisitive young girl that I was; decided not to budge.

"Why mummy, what's wrong with her" the blonde haired girl asked, staring at me, trying to find some fault with me

"She comes from a very bad family…" that was all I heard before my mum picked me up and carried me off somewhere else.

It was then, at that moment, that I thought what was wrong with my family? What was so different about it?

A few months later when some girls had to do a presentation in front of the class about their families, I realised that my family was not normal. That my family was different.

"DAD!"

It was time for a change. I'd gone through to many times of having those bloody people on my back, watching my every move. The last straw came when a new boy who didn't know me came up and was actually flirting with me. Did they not realise that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and that they should just let it rest? No! Instead they came, muscling in like tigers catching their prey, and scared the boy off with their ferocious glares!

And now I was done! Every time I tried talking with my parents about their life spilling into and ruining mine, they just shrugged their shoulders in that infuriating way and said

'Life's never fair darling – now go and have some spaghetti. You need to put on more weight'

But now I was finito! They had to get those people off my back.

Storming up the stairs, up to the room where I knew my dad was in, I threw open the door in such a fury it slammed onto the wall with a loud thud. And there in front of me, five men sat looking at me in shock. I had obviously stumbled in on a meeting, but right then I honestly couldn't give a shit.

"You need to get those bloody guys off my back! They're ruining my life – you're ruining my life!"

My dad looked at me like I'd grown another head. He obviously didn't understand what the hell I was on about.

"You're so called body guards!" I watched as realisation dawned on his face and he looked around at the men sitting in his office. With his look, I turned my attention away from him and glanced at who was there. Alexandro was, sitting right next to my father; some guy I knew was a hit men; Sam was there – his real name wasn't Sam, it's just what everyone calls him. Sam I knew, was someone very close to my father – my father hardly ever did a job without him. He may have not been family but he had been around so long he might as well have been. Around here, he was treated like one of us and no one gave a shit that he wasn't blood. There were two other men there; however, I couldn't place them.

"Gabriella, maybe we should talk about this later…" It was then that I saw the bundle of money lying on the desk. And I put two and two together – obviously they were planning something serious, something I didn't want to know about, if Mr Hit Man was there.

"Fine…" Storming out of the room I bumped into Marcelo, who hearing my racket had come to find out what the hell was going on. I shot a glance at him, not really being in the mood to talk, and stomped off to my room, knowing that his curious and protective side would come out and follow me.

And right enough I could sense his presence in my room as I lay face down on the queen size bed, and screamed into my pillows. Only once I was fully satisfied that I had screamed myself out did I raise my head from the pillow and look at my brother who had settled himself in the chair next to my bed staring at me curiously.

"Want to talk" his voice interrupted whatever my mind was going through, as I sighed. I'd never kept a secret from him before – hell this wasn't even a secret really. It was only me wanting dad to get rid of the guards who had been following me my whole flipping life.

"Marc… it's just I'm finding it really hard right now…" Marcelo nodded his head in understanding – and the thing is, I knew he understood

"It's just people hardly talk to me as it is, and as soon as this guy comes up to me today, Johnny and Roberto were immediately on his case – scaring the shit out of him…" I flopped back onto my bed, my hair sprawled out messily over the pillow as I stared up at the ceiling.

"You know that happened to me – hell it still happens to me. When someone doesn't know you're father is a mobster comes up to you – and then the bodyguards ruin it. I thought you'd have got used to it Brie?" Marcelo asked

I sighed. I thought I had too…

"I don't know. I mean I haven't had someone come up to me for a while and when this guy finally comes up to me he's pushed away…"

A knock on the door stopped me talking

"Gabi – can I come in?" my dad's voice rang through. I looked at my brother who shrugged his shoulders and stood up to open the door.

"Marcelo…" my dad was obviously a bit surprised that he was in my room. My dad doesn't pay that much attention to us to know that we are actually really close.

"Bye dad" Marcelo walked out of the door, giving me one quick glance. Dad shut the door behind him as he came and sat down on the bed beside me.

"Now what's the matter…?" I looked at my dad. I had to try. I had to give it a shot.

"Dad – I'm a loner at school. People don't like to come near me. And today someone did – and you're bodyguards scared them away" I had to make sure that I kept my voice down – yelling wouldn't get me anywhere

Dad looked down. "What do you want me to do then?"

I smiled inwardly. Maybe I was getting through to him "Get rid of the bodyguards" I saw him start to shake his head so I quickly interjected. "Just for school – nothing can happen during school can it? I want to make friends and just…"

Dad looked at me. I tried using my puppy eyed pout. Dad smiled a small, almost unseen smile before speaking

"For school – and the moment I hear something happens – they're back…"

I squealed happily, flinging my arms around his neck. I was finally free from them – the only problem was - was my reputation already tarnished? Would people approach me despite the lack of bodyguards?

I arrived to school the same – chauffeur driven Mercedes. However, when I got out, there were no men lurking somewhere behind me. I never realised how they managed to keep themselves away from too much attention yet still keep people away from me. They were never right behind me. They would always be somewhere in the background – their watchful eyes on me. However, today I was finally free.

People stared after me when they saw no one within a four metres distance of me. I smiled confidently at as many people that dared catch my eye. A few of those brave ones smiled back – not a huge grin, just a small, watery, uneasy smile. Most just stared in shock – and I'm pretty sure fear. I honestly had no idea why – unless there was something wrong with my smile? Did I smile evilly? What if I picked that up from my family? Great! Just another burden I needed to tear me down!

Whipping out my phone, I held it up casually, as if I was texting someone, but I was secretly checking my smile. There didn't seem to be anything evil about it. Maybe it was just a freaky smile.

Before I knew it, two strong hands grabbed a hold of me, pulling me into a room. It was so quick I couldn't even scream – shout… anything.

Turning around abruptly, I looked to see who the hell had just done that when I was confronted with sparkling blue orbs staring directly into mine.

Being scared shitless as never happened to me before. There have been many times when I've been confronted with people who would scare people; however, I have never experienced being scared for myself before - Scared for other people – yes, scared for myself – no.

The moment I found myself in a broom closet with the most popular boy in school was the moment after I was scared shitless. And looking up into those eyes I saw the eyes of someone who I knew I should never come into contact with. Someone who I was trained my whole life to never go near – the FBI prince.

But there he was; a mere ten inches away from me, his hand still around my arm sending shivers throughout it.

"What do you want?" I whispered angrily.

I didn't want to draw any attention to us – although most people by now would no doubt know that Troy Bolton and I were stuck in a broom closet together. After all a majority of students were staring at my entrance – and a majority would have most likely have seen Troy pull me in the broom closet.

As there was no answer from the boy, I repeated my question

"What do you want?"

His answer was simple and short. No complicated words; no double meaning…

"You"

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