The Princess Mafia

CHAPTER 1

CAROL'S POV

"And the POP woman of the year goes to Carol Anderson!!"

I was oblivious to everything because I started vaping. I was upset because it seemed as though I might not receive any award after all the work I put in to produce and release good songs last year.

I became dumbfounded when I heard my name, the crowd kept cheering; singing my praises. Apparently the announcer just called my name!

I really won the award!

All I had to do was walk up to the podium to collect my award. It was that easy but even that I failed to achieve. My legs suddenly gave way any way to the podium and l fell flat on the cold hard ground.

I couldn't even lift my head up, I was ashamed. The so-called fans I thought supported me were just laughing at me. The world turned against me.

I was in that miserable state when I heard my name, someone was calling out to me over and over.

"Carol!"

"Carol"

I was still on the floor when water from nowhere came and flooded the whole event hall and everything in it, including me.

"Carol"

I opened my eyes again and they met with Azalea's. My foster mom.

"You're one dreamer, aren't you?"

She said.

"So it was all a dream, thank Goodness"

I smiled with relief but my smile turned into a frown when I realized that reality was no better.

I had work to go to and I was already late.

"That damn dream!"

I cursed out loud.

Azalea just stared at me for a split second then proceeded to scream, reflex.

"Get up from there and go make me money! You need to leave here soon!"

She closed the door of my room as she said that and left.

I sprang out of bed immediately, not because I wanted to please my step mother but because I couldn't afford to lose my part-time job.

I showered and dressed up in my uniform. I also put in nice clothes I could wear when I was off for the day.

I started heading off.

I didn't even stay for Azalea's so-called perfect breakfast consisting of crackers, butter and tea. Before she'll tell me to re-pay her for that too. That's how cunning she was, and I really despised her for it.

Even all my foster sisters sorted themselves out and left. It was just me.

I stepped out and flagged down a taxi. I got there just in time for work to commence.

Gigi ran up to me and gave me a hug.

"Carol! You're here! You made it! I thought you wouldn't and I was already scared you could lose your job"

She suddenly smacked me and her brows furrowed.

"You silly girl"

She proceeded to hug me again with a full smile spread across her face.

I could tell she was worried sick.

Thank Goodness I made it.

It was a brewing factory and my section was the packaging, while Gigi's was the production. So she got messier everyday. But her pay was a little higher at least. We normally got pretty exhausted and treated each other almost everyday.

But today's case was a different story. Something happened.

I discovered something in the bottle I was packaging. It was off-white in color and it didn't seem to have a smell. It was also powdered. I noticed it in a few other bottles, almost all. After trying to decipher what it was along with my fellow workers, I called the attention of the supervisor but he seemed nonchalant. Trying so hard to convince us that it's just the weather taking its toll on the bottles. I certainly wasn't convinced but I let it go. He grabbed my hands when I picked up a few to wash and told me to use them like that.

I refused and we got into a heated argument that almost cost me my job.

I was really frustrated at this point and wanted to hand in my resignation letter, but I had to pay my foster mom back. Cursing such evil behaviors a factory would put up just to sell more.

I just had to use them that way and work continued for a few more minutes.

We had our twenty minutes break right after and Gigi walked up to me, looking all messy as usual. She also got our orange juice and sandwiches.

We went outside and sat while eating in a secluded place when we began to hear strange noises coming from an abandoned kiosk-like store.

Gigi heard them first while I was engrossed in eating my sandwich. She alerted me and we got scared.

My curiosity got the best of me because I really wanted to know what has happening, so I told Gigi to sit still and keep watch while I made my way to the window of the kiosk.

I saw two men but they weren't so visible. I wondered how they could be alone and converse in such a creepy place. I turned to leave because I was getting really creeped out when someone suddenly grabbed me and took me into the kiosk while covering my mouth with his hands.

I was immediately tied up with my eyes blindfolded.

"What is she doing back here?"

The voice sounded like my supervisor's.

"We're going to have to kill her, I'm not sure about what she has heard"

Kill? Kill??