Like I said, I'm gonna try make Amanda abit more sympathic this time around.. I mean Michael is my favourite character, but I don't wanna be bias towards him, he's not exactly "dad of the year" himself.. It's even hinted he's a bit of bully to Jimmy.


Several days go by, and Carly proves to have a good read on people, and she kept trying to befriend Seras. Eventually Seras gives in and allows Carly to take her a resurant/bar that Carly frequents. Seras's civilian clothes consist of grey t-shirt and blue jeans, she's a bit more tomboy than Carly is tends to avoid wearing feminine outfits. Seras's blonde hair is shown to be should length, actually not that much different than's Carly's in fact. Though a bit less taken care of, adding to her tomboy style.

"So.. Here I am, what you wanna talk about." Seras asked, sipping some of her water.

"Just.. There's something about you, that makes me feel like we can be friends." Carly said. Seras is a bit surprised by this, to the point she can't really think of an answer.

"And honestly, I just need to get away from my mom.. Guess I remind her too much of Michael. He hadn't always been the greatest father or husband, I'm not blind to that. But I guess can't help being a Daddy's girl, he's still been there more times than she has." Carly explained.

"Well, don't lose faith, mother's are important. Mine was... Absent." Seras said, looking down a moment. What this means left a ambigious, but it leave her sad for a split second.

"Anyway, what is it you do?" Seras asked, changing the subject.

"Me I... Work with my dad." Carly said, understandably reluctant to admit to a cop that she's a criminal. But Seras says it's okay, she saw her in the police files, but decided to play dumb, as she could tell Carly was one of the good ones.

"It was hard for me to find normal work, it was hard not to fall into Dad's world. Espically after the North Yankton heist that forced us to move, and vinewood is gangland, they're everywhere, I had to befriend some bike gang, just for protection.. But I do still hope that one day I'll-"

Suddenly a very drunk Amanda bursts into the bar, most of the bar customers turns to her due to the noise.

"M -Mom?" Carly asked.

Amanda, in her drunken state, immediately starts accussing Carly of stealing her phone, even though Carly wasn't even home last night. This quickly and sadly leads to a heated argument which ends in Carly saying "least I'm not fucking the tennis coach!"

This enrages Amanda, and she slaps Carly right in the face, making Carly fall off her chair. But Amanda is immediately shocked once she realizes she did that.

"Carly.. I'm sorry."

Carly just angrily pushes Amanda away and she storms out. Seras, after a pause, goes to follow her. Leaving Amanda alone with herself.


The next morning reveals Carly ended up spending the night at Sera's small apartment, almost identical to my own in real life, right down to the foreest them. But Seras also has a union jack painting as well, still keeping her UK pride. The other difference being a pull out couch for guests. Case in point, Seras wakes up on it. But as she does she finds Seras already gone, a note saying she had to go work but left a bagel for her. Carly sees it and toasts it.

Afterward eating, Carly decided to make her way back to her house, figuring Amanda calmed down by now.


Soon after, Carly is seen walking alone, looking though her phone, probably her LifeInvader page. She somewhat unknowingly happens into a Ballas owned street, the rival gang of Sally's and Franklin's group. And she hears a human whistle directed to her. As Carly admittedly wears quite revealing clothes. She just doesn't always think about it til the attention is drawn at it.

"Look, I-" Carly start to say, only to realise it a Balas's member on a sports bike. Known only as D. "Oh." Carly said, a bit more timidly, she knew a gang member when she saw one. And this worried her.

"What's up, little lady? Damn, you are some tiny thing but you." D said in a suggestive tone.

"Look, I don't know what your impression is of me but…"

"What are you rates little lady?"

"Fuck you!" Carly snapped angrily, she knew what that meant and took great offence, as she no doubt should've. "How about I knock your teeth into throat, see if your still smiling than." she threatened.

"Daaamn! You're a fiery little thing, ain't ya?!" D cried, still not letting off. Despite Carly growing more and more angry with each second.

"What's up, D! Ain't no fun if the gangsters can't have none!" came a sudden voice, both looking to see Lamar Davis, only he's wearing a green bandana covering his face, Frank and Sal are there too, also wearing bandana's, but standing silently in the back. Sally is the third girl to have distintively beauitful eyes, her's are dark green.

"Fuck you, I ain't sharing no ass with the CCF!" D angrily cried.

"Ain't no ass being shared, now fuck off!" Carly shouted angrily.

"You calm down! And ain't there some law against wearing masks in publi-"

Lamar suddenly pulls out his Pistol, even doing the cliche sideways hold, even though it's been proven to be less accurate and twice as dangerous. But that's Lamar in a nutshell, cliche wannabe gangster. Straight down to the many tattoo's. He has a tattoo reading "Mom" on his neck, which hints at hidden depth for him.

"What up now bitch, you snitching or something, punk ass motherfucker!?" Lamar cried.

"Fuck y'all I gone!" D cried and speeds off, nearly hitting the 3, Lamar pulling Sally out of harms way. "You nearly hit Sally you bitch!" Lamar cried, despite knowing he's already too far, and the 3 run to the truck.

Carly pauses a moment, than runs to catch up with them. "Wait for me!" she cried.


As they pile into the truck, Carly catches up, saying she wants in. Lamar is confused but lets her come anyway. Chop moves over. Not sensing Carly as a threat.

"Wait, Carly is that you?" Franklin asked, having taken a moment to reconsize her.

"How you know me?"

"It's me Franklin, we met at your house."

"Oh yes, Michael's friend. Didn't expect you to be a gang member." Carly admitted.

"Damn right we are. Now hang tight y'all. This gonna get rough!" The Lamar exclaimed, Chop barks at each bump, startling Carly who didn't realize he was there. But she gently pets him, which he allowed, as he could tell she wasn't a threat.

"Chop a free spirit, he bark all he like." Lamar laughed.

"What the fuck you say something for Lamar, we could of creeped up on him!" Franklin cried.

"You see yourself Franklin, you a big black motherfucker, your creeping days are over. Haha, right Sally? right?" Lamar replied, nudging Sally. Who simply says "just drive" in deadpan.

Carly gets the names of Sally and Lamar from this, something keeps a mental note of.


Chasing D leads the the van to an area not too far from the train yards and they see a crashed bike.

"Oh fuck!" Carly responded.

"Damn, he got fucked up!" Lamer. exclaimed.

"Franklin, take Chop and Sally and go get that fool!" He responded, the two running out. Franklin saying something sarcastic in response.

"Newbie, you too! And take this!" Lamar said, forgot Carly's name, but Carly doesn't correct him, simply takes the bandana he threw to her and puts it on despite Lamar having just worn it. She didn't have time to think of that.

"Guys! Wait up!" Carly cried, running after Franklin and Sally.


They find D hiding in a train.

"Scared of dogs mate?" Sally smirked under the mask, and motioned Chop to chase D. Chop and her are very close and he always listens to her just as much as he does the other too..

"Hey man, I ain't got no beef with the CCF!" D exclaimed once Franklin and Sally pulled him up.

"Cause maybe we doing our own thing!" Franklin responded.

"Yeah, so shut up!" Sally added in. Carly is there to, but simply watches.

Lamar pulls over the van.

"Lamar Davis, is that you?!" D exclaimed after Sally opened the back doors and shove D into the back.

"Shut the fuck up, just get in!" Lamar cried, hiding his face with his hand, but guess it wasn't enough.

"Get in the damn van!" Sally cried.

"Wait. Sally?" D said, reconsizing her voice.

"We said get in!" Franklin cried, angrily shoving D in.

"I said I had no beef man!" D cried frightenedly. In response, Sally throws Chop next to D, scaring him further, due to being attacked already. "Get this fucking dog away from me!"


"If you don't train chop, he'll be a lost cause like you L.D." Sally teased, Carly holding back Chop, who barked at D aggressively.

"Whatever. I gotta make a call." Lamar replied, pulling out his phone.

"We want the $40,000! Pay us or pay the funeral director motherfucker!" Lamar said in the phone, Franklin slamming on the brakes.

"You said that on the phone you idiot?! Now we have to let this idiot go!" Franklin replied angrily, Carly reluntately kicking the doors open and tossing D out.

"Get the fuck outta here! And give me that damn phone!" Franklin shouted, grabbing Lamar's phone and throwing it out the open window.

"What the fuck?!" Lamar exclaimed.

D climbs out. "You owe me a bike motherfuckers!" He cried, running off.

The van drives off. Everyone can now de-mask. Carly finally seeing their faces. Sally was admittedly prettier than Carly expected. Which made Carly smile a little.

"The fuck's wrong with you!?" Franklin cried.

"I was getting us paid, the fuck's wrong with you, that was a good phone." Lamar whined.

"Good phone?! Cops were all over it." Franklin replied.

"I could of shallowed my card, try to trace that." Lamar replied.

"Too late it's done, least I saved you the dignity of pulling apart your shit." Franklin replied.

"I think I'm starting to see how it works with you guys." Carly chuckled.

"Shut up." Lamar said annoyedly. "Who is this anyway?"

"Michael's daughter. The guy I told you about." Franklin replied.

"You mean the asshole who cost us our job? That guy?" Sally groaned.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Carly chuckled.

"Yes, him, but he's also the guy who can make us more money than Simeon ever did. Just trust me on this." Franklin continued.


Admittedly I like that a lot of the chapters are pre-written and I still have stuff to work off and rearange the fit my new, and in my own opinion "better", narrative..