HI ALL!!!!!!!
Sadly enough, I'm back, so TIME FOR SOME OTTOH TORTURING! MUAHAHAHA.
Otto: What the- Gah!!!!!!
Me: do the disclaimer!!!!!
Otto:
DISCLAIMER: WHITE REPLICA DOES NOT OWN ANYTHING. MARK WALDEN OWNS ALL.
Me: Thank you
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Drip… Drip… Drip… Drip…
A red haired teen watched as the raindrops landed on her window, and slid down, down, down….
Drip… Drip… Drip… Drip…
One could tell she was very bored.
Drip… Drip… Drip… Drip…
Or waiting for something
Drip… Drip… Drip… Drip…
She sighed. Her brilliant green eyes were laced with boredom.
Drip… Drip… Drip… Drip…
BANG!!!
Her mantra was interrupted when she heard her door slam open.
Finally!
A woman in her late thirties appeared at the door, her auburn hair bouncing as she entered. "Good morning Laura." She greeted, addressing the younger girl before her. "Good morning mother!" Laura replied, jumping into her mother's arms. She always did enjoy her mother's entrances. They always broke her boring, rainy-day mantra.
"It's best that we head to the training area now. Coach Adams is waiting for us." Her mother said. Laura nodded, grabbing her glasses and a strange looking leather case.
The Brand Family was a rich one, seeing as they received a lot of money from their protection services. However, money did not mean much to Laura. She was not the spoiled brat type of girl. In fact, her training kept her in line.
Her very… unusual training, at least for a 16 year old, kept her very much in line.
Laura and her mom arrived to the training grounds, hand in hand. There was a small room by the door of the training area, with large headsets and some protective gear hanging on its wall. There was the distant sound of bangs, and idle chatter. Laura and her mother put on the protective gear.
"You ready dear?" her mother asked. Laura sighed. Her mother would always ask this to her. In fact, it had become a routine. In the morning, she would wake up, eat, bathe, and wait for her mother to come back from her daily meetings. Then, they would walk together to the training center, and before each session, her mother would ask whether she was ready or not.
"You already know the answer mom." She replied, adjusting her headset. They entered the enormous training grounds that looked bigger on the inside than the outside. They were oblivious to the noises surrounding them, from the guns being fired. The only thing Laura paid attention to was her trainer. A burly 30 year old, clad in black, was instructing a few cousins of hers. The trainer was a brunette, with a tough look in his eye, that contrasted with his kind smile. Laura smiled back at him.
"Coach Adams!" She shouted over the din, walking to the older man. "Hi Laura. I've got some good news for you. Let me just finish with this kid." He said, referring to the self-assured looking teen beside him. Laura sighed. The kid would be going through a lot of scolding in three…two…one…
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" her coach shouted. There were glaringly obvious mistakes in his stance, and yet he was oh-so-confident in what he was doing. Once Coach Adams had corrected the kid, he grumbled off in Laura's direction. He met up with his friend, and started to mock the coach.
"As if he knows what he's doing…"
"Remember I'm the candidate for the heir of the business, not him. He is just the stupid little—"
BANG.
A bullet shot past his ear, so close to grazing it. The boy felt the heat of the bullet pass by his ear, and as the bullet cut off a sliver of his hair, he freaked out.
"What the hell were you thinking?! I could have been— Oh…" He saw Laura, with her gun raised in his face. He stopped in his tracks completely. "If you utter a single word about Coach Adams again, it'll be more than just your hair that'll be cut off." She threatened. The kid and his friend ran off as if they were frightened puppies chased after a Rottweiler.
"Nice shot." Her coach commented. "But I think the gun went a little bit far, don't you think?" Laura growled. "Those brats were insulting you! And the kid you were teaching was so sure he was going to be the next heir, it just makes me so—"Coach Adams put a hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright. Besides," he said, grinning. "I have good news for you." He said, handing her an envelope.
"What's…. Oh holy crap." She said. In the envelope was a formal letter, with regards from—
"The Island?!" Laura exclaimed. As she kept on reading, her coach's grin widened.
"Your parents had the idea." He said. "They wanted you as the new heir, so what better way than to prove yourself at the Island? I sponsored you though." Looking proud, he jabbed his finger to his chest. "So that means I'm bringing you to the official send off an—" "OH THANK YOU!!!!!!" Laura exclaimed once more, hugging him. The older man blushed.
Laura, however, could only think of one thing.
"The Island… The Island… The Island…"
Sorry for the crappy chapter, I'm REALLY sleepy.
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