Blake was the first one to be awake at her home in Ludendorff, as she was dressed for school. She was dressed in a short sleeve cherry red shirt with a long sleeve black shirt underneath it. There was army green baggy cargo pants on her legs as black slip ons were on her feet.

She left her bedroom as she brushed through her black hair down the hallway and into the kitchen, until she noticed her mother's cat, Princess sitting down on the kitchen table.

She removed the cat from the table, as she grabbed a cat treat from the pantry to make her go away from the kitchen. She decided to make omelettes, since she had the ingredients and there was a skillet already on the stove.

She turned on the stove, as she poured in the egg batter into the skillet. As she put a pinch of salt into the skillet, she noticed there was a small egg shell in her mother's omelette. She tried to remove it the best she can with a fork and her fingers, before the skillet started showing black smoke, meaning that the other side is burnt.

Once she finish cooking both of the omelets, she heard her mother coming into the kitchen as she sat down at the table having her cat Princess on her lap. Her strawberry red hair was still tangled and she had a tired look on her face from going to sleep late at night. As she heard her cat purr while petting her, her daughter Blake turned around to face her and place her omelette right in front of her.

"Good morning, Mommy," Blake said softly, as her hands were in front of her clasped together. "How are you?"

"Tired," Macey only reply that simple word, as she picked up her fork and started inspecting the omelet on her plate.

It seems that her daughter did a pretty good job on it but there was a problem when she flipped it around. She noticed that Blake had burnt her food while she was covering her mistake.

"Blake, I hate it when tried to cover your mistakes,"

Macey grabbed her plate and turn it sideways, as the omelette falling down onto the hardwood floor, making a mess. Blake look down at the omelet on the floor as she felt scolded by her mother this morning.

"Clean this mess up and expect you to have the house clean today, while I'm gone,"

"But, Mommy, I have school today,"

"Then I guess you have to skip again," Macey stood up from the kitchen table, as Princess jumped out of her lap, and landed next to the floor omelette. The cat started licking the omelette as Macey walked towards the counter to grab Blake's breakfast instead.

"Mommy , that's my breakfast," Blake informed. "I can make you another omelette,"

"Well, that's too bad then," Macey grabbed her fork and digged into Blake's omelette. "First, you have to clean up and then you can eat,"

Blake looked away from her mother as she started grabbing the plate to pick up the remains of the omelette on the floor. Suddenly, she felt Macey grabbing her long black hair, making the dark haired teen cry out in pain.

"If my house is not clean by the time I get back, you will be in that basement all day, you hear me?"

Blake nodded. "Yes, Mommy,"

Macey let go of her daughter's hair, as the ends of her hair landed in the omelette and some behind her back. Blake had tears now in her cyan blue eyes as she cleaned up her mistake, while her mother Macey ate her daughter's breakfast instead.

Blake was waiting outside of the conference room, as her two uncles Michael and Trevor were in there along with some of her teachers and also the principal. She was waiting for someone from the meeting to come out and tell her come in and join them, but it seems like it's been forever.

She grabbed her iFruit phone from out of her skirt pocket, as her red headphones were connected to them. Michael gave her back her phone, just for today, until he was out of the meeting and that's when he wants it back into the palm of his hand.

She placed on her red headphones over her pierced ears, as she looked through her music playlist.

Heroine Syndrome by Kanon Wakeshima was playing as she closed her eyes and relaxed against the chair, remembering what happened this morning before leaving home.

Blake stood in front of Michael as she had made for him a omelette. Her hands were clasped together in front of her as she watched him, taking the first bite. Once the forkful of the omelette was in his mouth, he started chewing slowly as Blake immediately stood on her knees, ready for Michael to throw it onto the floor.

"Blake, this is good," Michael said, with a mouthful of it. He looked down to see Blake on the floor, before she stood up slowly while looking at his steel blue eyes.

"What? You sure?" Blake asked. "Did I put in too much salt? Too much pepper or tomato?"

Michael chuckled, before placing a hand on her shoulder. "No, sweetie, it's perfect. Amanda could never cook like this,"

"Really?" Blake asked.

"Yeah, she usually orders take out, but with you around, that's when she's started cooking,"

Blake had a warm smile on her lips, as he walked towards the counter to grabbed her own plate which she made last, before joining her Uncle Michael at the table.

"Mmmmyelllowww?!"

The doors to the De Santa household open and closed, as Trevor's voice was heard from the dining room area.

"Aww, crap, what a fuckin' way to start off the morning off," Michael said.

Trevor walked into the living room area, before he noticed Blake and Michael sitting down at the dinner room table.

"Morning, Michael," Trevor walked into dining room area, before looking at the dark haired teen finally eating. "Blake, my sweethearted niece with the bad but shitty attitude,"

"Uncle T, my humorous uncle with the ugly mug on his face,"

Michael chuckled.

"Fuck you," Trevor hissed.

Blake held up the middle finger at him. "Same thing goes to you,"

He sat down at the table, ignoring his niece remark.

"So, why do you need me over her at your house, Mikey,"

"Cause, I need someone to be me while I'm gonna be at Blake's school meeting,"

"School meeting?" Trevor asked, before looking at Blake finishing her omelette. "Since, when Carter's troublemaking daughter started beating up the teachers,"

"I do not beat up my teachers,"

"Well, Michael told me that you tried to kill a teacher one time,"

"That ain't true, T," Michael stated.

"That was all Lunch's idea, when she and the class hated on that one geometry teacher with the fuck up teeth,"

"Alright," Michael stood up the table as he grabbed his plate, before pulling out his iFruit phone to check the time. "We better head on over to the school,"

"Fine," Trevor groaned.

"I feel the same way, but I must do this shit everyday,"

She felt someone tapping her shoulder as her blue eyes widened while she slightly jumped in her chair.

She look to her right to see Principal Strickland standing next to her as, Blake looked at her iFruit phone and turned of her music which was playing the next Kanon Wakeshima song called Twinkle Star.

"Yes, ma'am?" Blake said, before removing her red headphones.

"You may come in now," Principal Strickland informed the dark haired teen as she grabbed all of her stuff, walking into the conference room to see some of her teachers here and even Michael and Trevor.

They were all staring at the dark haired teen as she walked in, even Michael and Trevor was doing the same thing as well. She walked over to the other side of the conference room where her uncles were as there was a chair between them.

She sat down between them and she felt uncomfortable at first. She was looking down at her hands before looking up at the principal and her teachers.

"So, the reason why we bought Blakesleigh in here, because we wanted to share some special things about her, Mr. De Santa and Mr. Phillips," Principal Strickland said.

"Alright, let's do this," Trevor said.

Blake felt embarrassed already when her Uncle Trevor spoke up.

"Well, I love having your niece in my class and she definitely enjoys reading," Blake's English teacher spoke first.

"Really? Michael asked. "She don't read when she's at home with me and my wife. She usually be up in her room a lot, listening to music or talking with her friends,"

"I remember the first time I taught her how to read, Michael," Trevor stated.

"Teaching her how to read from a porno magazine does not count, T," Michael said. "I taught her how to read her favorite childhood book, The Very Hungry Caterpillar,"

"Aww, sweet baby Jesus," Blake groaned, before slamming her head on the wooden walnut finish desk.

The teachers laughed at the three, before Blake's English teacher continues.

"Well, Blakesleigh does love to read and a couple of weeks ago I let the class do an assignment on their favorite person which they like," The English teacher stated, before pulling Blake's paper of her assignment from a manila folder. "And Mr. De Santa, Blakesleigh wrote about you in the assignment,"

Michael looked confused for a second, before looking at Blake.

"Can I go to the restroom?" Blake asked, standing up from the chair. Blake said it so suddenly just to leave the conference room. She already felt embarrassed enough.

The principal nodded before Blake dashed out of the room.

Michael looked away from his niece as he grabbed the paper gently from her English teacher and started reading it.

"Ever since I arrive here in Los Santos, I started searching for my real dad who left me behind but the only person who took in his place was my Uncle Michael. He is the person that I adore so much. He became my second father, while I was searching for my real dad. Even though he doesn't pay attention to his other kids who happens to be adults, it seems that I am his youngest daughter everyday. We usually hang out sometime in the living room area watching one of his favorite movies which came from the eighties. He usually say his favorite but cheesy movie quotes when a character is about to say it, which I believe is funny…"

Blake started walking down the hallways of Rockford Hills Academy, as she had her fist balled up before tears started running down her eyes.

She felt so embarrassed enough.

She just wanted to be out of there room until her uncle Michael and Trevor came to find her. So she decided to roam around the school until she heard music coming from the auditorium.

It sounded like a piano playing. She decided to take a peek as she notice that familiar boy sitting down in front of the black grand piano.

It was Ethan Missildine. He was supposed to be in class, but somehow he must have feel like skipping class. So, Blake walk down the path towards the stage until Ethan notice her which surprises him.

"Oh, Blakie, you surprise me,"

"What happened to unicorn hair?" Blake asked, jokingly.

"I want to know your real name instead of calling you that," Ethan replied with a chuckle, placing his hand behind his neck. "So, what brings you by here so suddenly scaring the shit out of me?"

"I had a school meeting today. So, after when the meeting is over I'm going home,"

"So your Mom and Dad are here?" Ethan asked, when he stood up from the piano bench and walked towards the front of the stage where Blake was. He was above her as she was looking up at his emerald green eyes as her cyan blue eyes were sparkling from the lights above.

"No, it's my uncles," Blake explained. Ethan had his hands out for the dark haired teen to grab them. As her small and petite hands were in his large hands, he pulled her up onto the stage and they sat at the edge of it, together. "I expected my aunt to be here, but I'm afraid she's not talking to me and my uncle anymore, and also my cousins,"

"Geez, what happened?"

"My aunt was cheating so many times the last person she cheated on was a bitch ass yoga instructor or maybe the tennis coach named Kyle," Blake explained. "My aunt tried to take me with her one day, but I wanted to stay with my uncle. Suddenly, she slap the shit out of me when I sass mouthed her. And I fought back. I took my uncle's car and left the house to go find him,"

"Wow, you must live in a fucked-up world," Ethan said, amazed.

"I really do," Blake said softly. "I just embrace this new life, six months ago. I came from the Midwest,"

"No way," Ethan said amazed. "I came from the Midwest too. I lived in North Yankton where I was freezing my dick off,"

"Well that's strange I came from Ludendorff as well,"

"Such a small world, Blake," Ethan stood up for the edge of the stage, before walking towards the grand piano.

He started hitting a few keys on the grand piano as it caught Blake's attention once again. She turned around before she stood up from the edge of the stage and walk towards him. She leaned against the piano as Ethan was trying his best to master a piano song.

"I didn't know you play piano,"

"My old man taught me so many things, piano, guitar," Ethan stated. "I really do love music. I even remember my old man playing the guitar back in North Yankton. He played this song for me and my baby sister and we would love to learn how to play guitar together,"

"You never tell me you had a sister,"

"Yeah…" Ethan said slowly, before having his fingers on the piano keys. "My sissy was my world to me until one day…"

"Until what?" Blake asked. "What happened to her?"

"Nothin'," Ethan said softly.

"I'm sorry, if I ask too much from you," Blake said, before giving Ethan a side hug. Her eyes darted on the music sheets as she noticed a familiar song that she heard so many times on her phone.

"Blackbird?" Blake said, before picking up the music sheets into her own hands and studying it. "I love the song,"

"Yeah, but somehow I can't master the keys right on the piano right," Ethan explained. "My ex-girlfriend and I were planning on doing this song together for the talent show, but since me and her are not together I'm guessing I'm performing by myself. Without her voice I can't do it right. I can do with my phone playing it but I need someone who can sing it,"

Blake listen carefully to Ethan's every word. He needed a person who can sing Blackbird for the talent show. So, she had the courage to grab the microphone that was on the black grand piano, turn it on as she can hear the feedback against her hand while patting it gently.

Ethan look up at the dark haired teen as she stood next to him. She lifted up the mic to her chin, as she felt nervous at first before taking a deep breath in and out and then she started singing the song right in front of him.

After when the meeting ended for Blake, Michael and Trevor asked the office receptionist where did she go, since she did not return back from the restroom. The office receptionist told them that she went down the hallway and also told the two uncles that she look like she was in a very bad mood at the moment.

So, they followed the office receptionist instructions and went down the hallway to search for the dark haired teen.

"I'm free at last, free from you. Free from the past. Freedom from the past. What is life, other than a cage to me..."

Michael and Trevor heard a singing voice, coming from the auditorium room as they head down there together. That voice wasn't off key or anything it was perfect in a soprano two voice.

"Michael, is that?" Trevor asked.

"No, it can't be," Michael said, amazed.

They were wondering who was singing that song and the voice sounded so familiar. As they made it to the auditorium, they see Blake holding the microphone singing Blackbird in acapella. She wasn't looking at the front of the stage. She was singing to Ethan right in front of her, as she believes that she and him were alone.

"Now I rise as the phoenix escape from me. Through the fire, through the flames. Leaving ashes underneath. I'm free at last, free from you. Free from the past. Freedom at last. What is life, other than a cage to me. Blackbird. Oh blackbird. Sing one last song for me." Blake sanged in front of Ethan as a smile on his face and even hers.

As Blake opened her eyes and let the microphone in her hand dropped to her right hip still holding onto it, Ethan was smiling as he clapped his hands.

Until they heard more hands clapping coming from the audience part of the auditorium. They both looked to see Michael and Trevor walking towards the stage, clapping their hands for Blake.

Blake started blushing, as she held the microphone still in her hands.

"Uncle Michael, Uncle T," Blake said, surprised.

Ethan stood up, as he noticed Michael and Trevor as well. But this time he's stood by Blake's side.

"Blake, sweetie, I didn't know you can sing that," Michael said. "You must've gotten that from your mother, Macey,"

Ethan looked confused when he heard Blake mother's name. That name sounds so familiar to him.

"And who is he?" Trevor asked, pointing to Ethan as he jumped slightly when Trevor pointed to him.

"Oh, this is Ethan," Blake introduced him.

Ethan waved hello to Blake's uncles, as they didn't say anything. Trevor was looking at him, until he started asking a question.

"Let me ask you something," Trevor said, before asking the question. "You look so familiar to me… Do I know you from somewhere?"

"I'm afraid we haven't met, sir," Ethan quickly replied. Trevor knew that he was hiding something.

"Did you live here all your life," Trevor asked another question.

"Okay, Trevor, that's enough," Michael said, wanting him to stop.

"Uh, yeah, I lived in Los Santos all my life," Ethan replied.

Blake turned her head around to face him. "Wait, I thought you told me you lived in the Midwest, before you came up here,"

"Yeah, I better head onto class, your uncles are giving me the creeps, Blake," Ethan said while grabbing his music sheets and his backpack from the grand piano, before walking off the stage.

"Wait, Ethan," Blake called out his name, before dropping the microphone onto the stage. "They ain't gonna harm you,"

Blake, Michael, and Trevor were walking towards the parking lot, as students from classes started wandering around, hanging out with their friends or heading towards their next class.

The dark haired teen was the first person to talk to Michael and Trevor, as they were in front of Michael's black Obey Tailgater

"What the fuck was that back there?" Blake asked both of her uncles.

"Oh, I just wanted to know the boy to see if he was right for you," Trevor replied.

"I ain't dating him if that's what you're thinking," Blake replied. "Besides I have someone else on my radar that I like,"

"Oh yeah, who, Blakesleigh?" Michael asked. "I wanna know him,"

"You ain't gonna know who he is because you're going to disagree who I want to see," Blake replied.

"Mmmhmmm," Trevor hummed. "That's how it is. Mikey, first they started out as friends and then you date them, and they ended up fuckin' the brains out of you,"

"It ain't like that," Blake said.

"You listen to me little lady, even though that senior look like he's twenty years old with a lip piercing on his bottom of his fuckin' lip, I want you to stay away from him for now on," Michael stated.

"What?!" Blake said shocked and loudly. "But he's my friend,"

"Look, I'm just lookin' out for you," Michael said.

"Oh yeah, but what about Amanda, Tracey and Jimmy?" Blake asked. "Did you even bother to look after them, even though you looked after me the most when I arrived here? You grounded me more than your own damn kids. Y'know what, I like you better in Ludendorff when you were so nice to me and you always shower me with hugs and kisses, just like my Daddy," Blake climbed into the car as she slammed the back door of the Obey Tailgater. Michael and Trevor watched as Blake had her arms crossed, not looking at them, but only the back of the passenger seat.

"Wow, Michael, twenty two years of parenting gone horribly fuckin' wrong," Trevor stated.

"Oh, bite me, I'm still her favorite uncle, beside you," Michael said. "You always cause insanity everyday, just like Blake's friend Lunch,"

"Do you see why I told you not to get high at school, Lynnette Annalise?" Michael and Trevor turn around to see Lunch's mother and Steve's fiancée, Selena Boxfield, holding her daughter's left arm, as she was leading her to the visitors parking lot. Lunch's right ear was bleeding as there was a number two pencil stabbed through her earlobe. And on the tip of her nose was black, as it was dryed up on her nose. She must've been inhaling the dry erase markers scent into her nose just as a cheap way to get high.

"I'm… I'm... alright Momma," Lunch managed to say.

"No, no, look at your ear," Selena hissed. "And look at your nose! You looked like a fucked up puppy dog! Wait until Steve hears about this,"

"Whoa, whoa, hey," Michael butts in. "What happened to her?"

"Goddamn, what happened to Lunch?" Trevor asked.

"Somehow, the school nurse with the big ass and Max told me that Lynnette had fallen asleep during class and someone pulled a prank on her which had gone wrong," Selena explained.

"Lunch," Blake finally got out of the car to check on her friend. "What happened?" She questioned.

"I… don't know… one minute… I was sniffing a dry erase marker… the other minute I had a pencil in my ear… and it ain't hurting me,"

"She gotta go to a hospital now," Blake informed.

"That's exactly what I'm doing, Blake," Selena said, before pushing Lunch into her own car and closing the door on her daughter's face. "Blake, you can come with us if you want to. I'm sure Steve would love to see you again,"

"Can I please go?" Blake asked Michael.

"Hell no, you have things to do, Blake," Michael rejected.

"Like what?"

Blake just realized something.

As she can hear the smacking of one of Michael's expensive belts in her mind, until she rubbed her behind. She almost forgot about it. If she decide to hang out or even was near Lunch one final time, she don't know what's going to happen if Michael catches her with her best friend.

So, she decided to listen and follow the lie.

"Oh, yeah, I remembered, Uncle Michael," Blake said, before looking at Selena Boxfield. "I'm sorry, Miss. Boxfield or Mrs. Haines,"

"Oh, sweetie, just called me, Selena,"

Blake smiled at Selena, before Trevor walked closer to her.

"Do you mind if I call you that," Trevor asked. "Cause you are one…" Trevor looked at Selena's hot body as she was wearing nothing but a knee length dress that showed her long but smooth shaved legs and her breasts were showing while Trevor kept his brown eyes at them. "Aw, Good Lord above…" Trevor said to himself, before Blake pulled her uncle into the black Obey Tailgater, before waving goodbye to Selena. She finally climbed into the car, as Michael drove out of the school visitors parking lot.

The group decided to go to Burger Shot after Blake's school meeting, since it was already lunch time already. Blake decided to pay for the meals, since she still have money left over from the jewelry store heist. Blake has been thinking for a while to go try and find herself a real job, just what like what every average teenager has, since she already has money still left over from the job and her Daddy, Carter Grant or whatever his name is today in Los Santos.

"I remember when I fed you your first french fry, Blake," Michael said, before chewing on it.

"Really?" Blake asked with a mouthful of her cheeseburger.

"You were reaching out to it with your small hands," Michael explained. "Until I placed it in your mouth,"

"Yeah, I even gave you some of my soda, and you were very hyper, until you passed out on my lap," Trevor said, before sipping his drink.

"You two must have fun babysitting me," Blake laughed, before dipping her french fry into her ketchup. "It was just me, Uncle Michael, Uncle T… and even Uncle Brad,"

"Hey, I was wondering if I can go see Uncle Brad one day," Blake asked. "In the last email he sent me, he said that he wanted to see me after ten years,"

"Uh… maybe someday, Blake," Michael replied. "With the feds on our assses, we'll never have time,"

"Oh… hey, there's something else I need to talk about," Blake said. "And this involves doin' dangerous situations,"

"Yeah, what is it, sweetie?" Michael asked.

"There you go with the sweetie bullshit," Blake giggled lightly.

"Well, spit it out, Blake," Trevor said.

"Uh… I was wondering… can I-"

Michael's iFruit phone rang as he looked at the caller ID, before he stepped out his Obey Tailgater to answer it.

"That better not be Amanda,"

"Why'd you say that?"

"Cause, I don't like her anymore," Blake replied innocently . "She was mean to me and Uncle Michael,"

"Well, that's Michael gets for marrying a stripper who turned out to be a annoying wife with nice new tits and a bitchy personally,"

Blake laughed. "Yeah, my friends Max and Lunch don't like her either, because of that bitchy attitude. But me and my friends think it's funny and…"

"And…"

"It's not sometimes," Blake said softly "Amanda slap me out in the open, and I fought back by biting her wrist. If Uncle Michael knew I did something bad that, he probably don't want to see me anymore,"

"Aww, don't say that," Trevor said soothingly.

"Are you really tryna be cute with me," Blake asked. "If you are. Fuck. You. You don't care about me that much,"

"I was trying to be helpful, Blake,"

"Oh… I'm sorry… is just that today's been very… pissy today,"

Michael climbed back into his car as he placed his phone back into his pocket.

"Who was that?" Blake asked while balling up her cheeseburger wrapper.

"Another job for us,"

"Who is it this time?" Blake asked. "Steve?"

"No, an old friend of ours," Michael replied.

"An old friend?" Blake said, confused. "Like who?"

"You'll see," Michael said, before starting up the car.

That song Blake was singing Blackbird it was in the movie called Beyond The Lights and it was sung by Noni. I love that song so much and it reminded me of Blake's freedom away from Ludendorff.

So, far Blake and Ethan are becoming friends. And he revealed some stuff about him. He had a sister and he was from the Midwest too. But doesn't this all sound familiar?

The next chapter will be the Caida Libre mission with Blake, Michael, and Trevor. What could possibly go wrong?