Five

Sally's POV

I am half of them, as my father is French, while my mother is American - yet, I am still one of them. Honestly, I love hanging out with my grandparents from my mom's side. They're normal, but despite being normal, they're pretty cool.

They have so many stories to tell, stories from their younger years, and they make me want to have what they went through. Explore the world, meet different types of people, and fall in love.

As much as I wanted to be with my parents, I couldn't because this sounded stupid, my intuition told me that I had to be on this side of the family. I don't know why, but I just have to trust my instincts no matter what's going on.

My breathing was furious because of the terrible training my grandfather had put me through. These so-called new drills by this inexperienced instructor are ridiculous. These are all children's movements.

"Again," The instructor's annoyed, womanly voice echoed throughout the room, "This time raise the knife a little higher." He ordered.

"Don't tell me what to do," I warned in a low, threatening voice.

For a split second, he looked scared but recovered quickly as soon as Grandpa graced us with his presence. The instructor regained his complacent expression and immediately lowered his tail in front of the old man, showing premature submission.

What a coward. I scoffed.

"Is there something funny you want to share with us, Sally?" The old man caught sight of me as the guide smirked at me. Oh, that guy's nerves.

I glared sharply at the instructor. "That's right, that bastard over there doesn't exactly know how to train anyone," There was a hint of doubt that covered the old man's face.

"Your nonsense won't keep you out of training. You're really out of shape." Says the man who controls what I consume most of the time.

I smiled sarcastically. "Call me a pig while you're at it," continued to taunt with an eye roll. "He is a blue belt Taekwondo student at a nearby school."

My eyes remained glued to the so-called guide, standing a few feet away from him. He didn't know me, if he did, he would have jumped to the other end of the room.

"You don't just hold it and lift it. You can throw it or slit someone's throat with it." I took another step towards him while he took a step back, fearing for his dear life.

I glared at him one last time before throwing the dagger at the pillar behind him, nearly taking out his ear. His knees must have buckled for him to fall onto them, and his previously red face was now draining any trace of blood.

"He couldn't even dodge a simple throw." I scoffed one last time, turned on my heel, and left the room.

I returned to my room feeling satisfied and called Athena as soon as the phone was within my reach. "Meet me at the movie theater in town at 6," was all I said, and quickly ended the call before the girl even had a chance to say anything.

Taking a quick shower, I put on a loose gray hoodie, black skinny jeans, and a black Converse. I would say my entire wardrobe is black and grey, with only a few other colors, but more on the dark side. I stuffed some money and my phone in my jeans pocket and snuck out.

The first time I snuck out of the house was when my grandparents took custody of me. The first escape I attempted was an epic fail.

I remember climbing over the wall of my late parents' house and not getting halfway up the wall, I fell backward, and just to watch to my bewilderment were my grandparents and a few men. Their grandfather crowded above me. Fast forward to now, and all the sneaking outs seem easy, quick, and untraceable. Practice makes perfect - they say.

One of the perks of being the granddaughter of the head of the Donne family is that no one dares test me unless it's grandmother or grandfather himself. The rest would rather ask permission than face my wrath.

On time. I cheered in spirit and with a pair of sharp eyes, I saw Athena sitting at a nearby cafe. Rolling her eyes when she saw, she was next to her Chai Latte. They are seriously inseparable at this point in life.

"Hey, Athena," I sat across from her.

She glared at me. "Hey, Athena? Is that all you have to say?"

I carefully glanced around, confused. "What else am I going to say?"

The girl stood up from her seat, panting. I, on the other hand, remained sitting. I don't need to explain anything to her why I can't go to school today, it's better that way. My friends and family are what I call the parallel universe in my life.

I can't say much, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Not long after, Athena returned, still frowning, but in her hand, there were two movie tickets. "I get to choose the movie, so you have no say in this. You pay for the snacks."

Athena stared at me, waiting for my answer. That's how she said it. "I forgive you and I'm sorry for acting like a child." She did that the times I was stuck in such situations.

I know that Athena is trying to be with me and take care of me at the same time, but just for her, being my friend for the past 3 years is more than enough. I am also aware of how she tries to understand things that are incomprehensible at the beginning but continues to struggle.

All I can say is that we are similar, but different in so many ways. Makes no sense now, right? Well, welcome to my life.