In a bloodstained Rose.

So this was it. A new life,a new place a new beginning.It wasnt for the best,neither it would be for the worst.Although admittedly he sought a new beginning,after the double tragedy that had struck back home.A young teenager would come around to the fact that his parents cold,steely gaze would never reciporate that of his anymore.Two bullets would ensure that for all eternity
and both died instantly,in thier arms.Whoever the killer was,vanished into the dead of the night as the sirens pierced the gusty still air of the night, an harbinger of death.



As he glanced at what was to be his abode, he felt a deep sense of apprehension from
within.All through school, he was ostracized,friend or foe alike and he turned to binge eating to dispel his proble the
fact that his parents were victims of mafia dealings certainly did alienate him .



He sighed and pushed the door open,dragging his suitcase with him.The house was certainly small but whatever was left of his parents legacy estate did not amount to much after the funeral expenses.
but it certainly was better that nothing

Throwing the suitcase on the bed, he started to unpack..Whatever had to come would be much later for he needed rest, after the never-ending flight from Veronaville




It was certainly a while later as he awoke to the doorbell chiming unpleasently.
Grumbling,he swept the blankets off him in a swift motion as he answered the door.
To his pleasent surprise,lay a new Mercedes E55 AMG on his driveway,which had been ordered from his dad a day before the shooting and was to be delivered when he cam
e of age..Life was certainly picking up now.



He pocketed the key from the local dealer and bid goodbye to the salesman.

Far too awake to go to sleep, he poured himself a cup of orange juice, as he scanned the horizon.



.Sunset Valley was a nice town and looked the part too.It was a mix between the metropolitan areas of the Doo Peas Coporate Towers to the middle class housing near the beachfront and the high class estates belonging to the powerful families running the town, namely the Altos and the Landgraabs.


It was the least of his worries however as he pondered his first day at high school.would the vicious cycle repeat itself?

Those were the last words on his mind, as he dived headfirst into bed.The sun was setting and if he didnt sleep, he would be the first to get detention tomorrow and that could not happen as he had a job oppourtunity he couldnt miss.





**

The sounds of nature wafted around the neighbourhood, from the chirpings and cawlings of birds, to the pitter patter of children around the estate, this was it.The school term and the beginning for some, and Nicky hoped that it was for him too.

Five minutes to eight.He had about ten minutes to reach school.

Climbing into his Mercedes, he started the engine and roared off, leaving a plume of smoke in the Alvi's faces , unlucky enough to be standing near the car.




The first bell rang and with seconds to spare, Nicky ran pell mell from the car, not before falling face-flat on the road, a certainity from forgetting his seatbelt was on.As he disentangled from them, the sounds of giggles brought his attention to a group of ladies, certainly witness to his minor clumsy-itis."Nothing like a better day to embarrass myself"Nicky thought, as he ran for the classrooms.


As he rounded the corridor, he collided with something.Coming to his senses, he realised it was the girl who had giggled earlier and promptly turned beetroot red, mumbling apologies as he helped her to her feet.

"Its alright!" she chorused.

"By the way, what's your name? Haven't seen you around before."

"Im Nicky.. yeah i just flew in from Veronaville last night"Nicky shrugged.

"Im Caitlyn! Nice to meet you, would you like me to be your welcome wagon?

"Sure!" Not now though.. the teacher's at the door.! Nicky pointed to the classroom entrance and true to his words, the teacher was eyeing the both of them.

"Oh crap!" was all Caitlyn could say and without another word, both of them rushed into the class, past the teacher's all-too-knowing face.