Dirty Dare

"you got a nose piercing?" Daniel, my best buddy from the band asked. ‘Funny, right? This was just me being myself, being the first crippled gangster in New York City, and obviously in high school. Why the f**k did I get my leg amputated?’

" Daniel, at least the piercing doesn't hurt as having your leg gone forever," I said, trying to wink at him, but ended up blinking my eyes like a child learning how to wink.

”When do we have the next show?" he asked curiously. "I don't know when we have another show, meanwhile I might be ditching you guys this summer! I am resuming this popular, rich school in Canada,” I said, staring at my piercing with the mirror handed to me. "What is the name of your school?" he asked curiously as he tried to adjust his curly hair which was plunging into his eyesight.

“Hmmm, I think, some kind of Agora international school in Canada,” I said, bringing out money to pay the body piercer.

”Changing your space, doesn't it frighten you?" Daniel inquired with care jotted down all over his face. "dude I know why you keep asking, are you already missing me this badly?" I whispered jokingly. " Sure! I mean one of my best buddies is leaving New York city for Canada,” he said, acting sad, which was cute. "Daniel? I promise to call and text you whenever I can." I said, wrapping my hands around his shoulder.

”Do you have someone to stay with in Canada? I mean I have known you all my 13 years of life in New York." he said, "Wow, someone is looking after me now! I might start weeping now, but you know I hate the word tears, I mean it sucks." I said, putting my hand in my leather jacket.

” I am from Canada! So apparently, my grandparent is still alive even though I lost both parents." I said, taking a huge breath. "I didn't mean to bring up your parent in the conversation," he said, staring at my eyes.

"I truly hate when you give me your pity face, it hurt my heart more than a breakup," I said holding the side of my chest, which I ostensibly think was my heart. His face grinned widely. I think he was feeling okay with my reaction. "When are you leaving?" Daniel asked. "Soon."

I watched the raindrop trace its path down the car window. “can you put on cool music?” I asked the driver. “ Yes, sure,” he said, putting on the music at a blast.

The driver pulled up in the giant mansion of my grandparents. I know right! My grandparents were freaking rich! They have been wanting me to live with them ever since my parents died when I was 10, but I had preferred living with my mum's sister in New York. I am 16 now and wanted to know more about Canada.

My grandparents are my dad's parents. My mum's parents are also late! I got down from the car as I carried my luggage out, “thank you.” I said to the driver before going to the front porch. I was already drizzling from the water. I pushed the doorknob, to my amazement! My grandparents were having a party. The house was crowded. I tried to find my way upstairs but a voice stopped me.

”Hello my love, how was your journey.” I turned to notice my grandparents. They looked younger than their age, I must comment. " Hi," I managed to say, I had never seen them before! They looked like strangers to me but I was ready to adapt to them faster. "Would you like to join the party, Lucy?" my grandma asked. "No, I would pass grandma," I said as she led me to a room that was decorated in pink.

"I am sorry, but I hate the color pink! I probably can't stay in this room." I said nicely. "Oh honey, it is fine! You can use the guest room! Is it okay with you?" The noise from the people downstairs was way too much. I mean this was an unfamiliar town filled with unfamiliar people! I couldn't even feel comfortable! The house was rather comfortable.

I was going to start my senior high school soon and alone. I felt tired and stressed out. I missed Daniel and the band so much. I hoped I could find one in Canada! I went to the guest room which my grandma had described since she couldn't direct me to the room because of the guest she had to talk to. I opened the room door to find a milky-painted room. At least this was better than pink! That color speaks of immaturity. Ouch, my leg hurts so bad! I sat down on the bed as I removed the prosthetic from my leg.

I sat down on the bed staring at my legs. I couldn't believe one of my legs was off. I limped to the door as I locked it to take a shower! Having my parents die in an accident which caused me to have one of my legs amputated was terrible. I always wished I had died with them! What is life without the people you love the most? I stared at the piecing I got on my nose before dropping the towel to get a hot shower.

I lay inside the hot tub as I closed my eyes. Being a gangster and crippled at the same time was tough! I have always wanted to be a musician since I was little. Yes, I had the voice! But I had no legs! Practically, I was rejected by most agencies I have tried. I came out of the bathroom to see my phone piping, it was a message from Daniel.

"Hey gangster, how was your trip?" Daniel's message read. ”Fine, thank you." was my reply. I walked further into the room, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I had long blue and black hair, I had a rounded face, big eyes, small lips! Beautiful I must admit, but I had no legs. Funny, right? I know. The next few days at my grandparent's house were of me unpacking my stuff. My grandmother had made the painter repaint my room black. Weird, right? Yeah, I know that I was weird.

The room was beginning to look and feel like my last room in New York, but not exactly like it. Most times I stay in my room chatting all day with Daniel. Don't get the wrong idea between me and Daniel! He wasn't into girls but guys. I mean his cute for god's sake. Why boys? I missed him so much, I must admit.