Not gonna lie, this is a diary. Don't tell Grams.

[shuuu]

Plot;;

Summit's family is a little different from most... being raised in the mafia isn't the most normal thing.
After getting enrolled into a school with other mafia-raised kids, Summit finally realizes the loneliness she feels.
After getting orders to makes friends to form alliances, avoid making rivals and not fall in love, Summit thinks she finally found her wonderland.

I swear I'll be more active with this one-
dies

I also I was inspire to write this by sheleavesinwinter~* diary, I'm Not a Diary, I'm Just a Highly Confused Indivual!


Here is where forms will go once I open them~

[shuuu]

Crimson eyes glanced down at the empty notebook, slightly tracing over the blank pages. The room the figure was in was dull and bare, only contesting of a wardrobe, a plain bed, some storage units, a tv with consoles, a night stand, and a desk with a chair. Pushing back glasses, the figured sighed, plucking them off and pinning back dark hair.

Once their sight was cleared, they sat with a lead pencil, clicking it up and down in boredom. Finally, they lean down to write with new but subtle passion.

Hi. My name is Summit and I probably need help.

I should start from the beginning, so when I read back on this in like, 10 years, I won't be horribly confused.
AHA.

So, how do I start? I have a mob family? A international mafia?
Yell, my grandpa was the leader of this HUGE mafia, that started in 'Mafia school' as Dad told me. Mafia school was also where he met Grams. Apparently, since I'm an only child, I HAVE TO GO TO MAFIA SCHOOL.


A SCHOOL WITH MOFOS WITH GUNS AND BULLIES AND SCARY PEOPLE AND SFUHASDLFG
AH DOG I'M GONNA DIE

But Grams said it'll be fine, since she went there, even thought she's like, 500 years old :p

Me; Grandma-
Grams; SHUT UP YOU'RE GOING. AS A FUTURE MOBLEADER, YOU NEED TO STOP BEING SUCH A NERVOUS WRECK- -hits me with a vase-
Me; GRANDMA-

Anyways, after getting a vase shattered on my head and bleeding for like, 2 hours, and she gave me a essay to read and some tips. I should probably talk about my family first too, huh?



There's my manic grandma, gramps is dead. He died before I was even born, and Grams took over, and became... old.

My parents weren't really around much, I can defiantly remember them, from time to time. But everyone dies, right? I'll see them again, one day. Oh yeah, my name is Summit. Lame enough, but I get my red eyes are enough to scare away friends??

Meh, who needs friends when you have the internet.

Someone cleared their throat. causing Summit to jump and look at the intruder. However, she relaxed when she realized it was only her Grandmother. Silent words were spoken by crimson and wine eyes, while Summit stood, placing her notebook neatly away. Nodding to the older woman, who turned and left, she turned off the light of her lamp. Before she climbed into her bed, she picked up a photo-frame.

It captured a image of a man with blonde hair and gleaming red eyes, grinning at a woman with dark hair and liquid mercy eyes, who was laughing. Sitting between them was a young toddler with red eyes and black hair, smiling blissfully.

Summit smiled softly, before resting and falling into a deep slumber. A sleep so deep, she never knew of the older woman with wine eyes coming back in to softly move her dark hair and kiss her forehead, before leaving like a ghost.

[shuuu]

Grams is crazy.
She got me a frigging squad like wHAT.

Well, in this, 'Mafia School' is like normal school, but more deadly and scary. (Noice)
She didn't even give me their pictures or like, any info of them. But here's what I was given. Their name and what mob their in :I

Claudiu - Romania
Colette - France
Egil - Norway
Eloise - Canada

They sound FUN.
Oh yeah, if you're wondering about that weird staff thing, here's the conversation me and Grams had.

Me; What's this?
Grams; A family heirloom. We have them specially made for each generation. You're Father and Grandfather had one as well.
Me; So I have to carry it everywhere?
Grams; UNSCREW THE HEAD.

HORLY CRAP THERE'S A FRIGGING SWORD IN IT
WAIT I'LL PROBABLY NEED THIS

Me; THANKS GRAMS!
Grams; SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO DO THINGS RIGHT NOW!

Keep in note I asked her that during her Sunday night bingo. Don't interrupt old people in bingo. They'll throw vases at you.

Slightly chuckling, Summit debated what she should write next, before a call rang out. A melody of classic music met her ears, as she reached for the dancing phone. Picking it up, she held it up to her ears. "Hello?"

"Prasteete?"
"Hm? Ivan?"

A spark ignited in her red eyes, as a grin tugged at her lips. Ivan was the son of her Father's friend/ally, they were childhood best friends. It wasn't until Ivan and his family moved back to Russia, not even telling Summit back it, making her wonder where Ivan went, until her grandmother told her of Ivan move. It took her a while to get used to being without Ivan, but she never really forgot him.

"Da! Do you like my gift?"
A faint accent ran with his English, making Summit snicker a little. On the other side of the ocean, Ivan blushed, pale cheeks going rosy. He tugged at his scarf. Although he won't admit it, he had a not so small childhood crush on his old best friend. The harsh winters of his homeland, forced him to wear warmer clothing, compared to the fair weather where Summit lived. Pushing back wispy white hair, he smiled softly.

"Ah yeah! Thank you! It's really warm, I'll start wearing it in the winter, okay?"
"Mhmm."
"Oh yeah, I'm going to a new school."

A slight pause was evident in Ivan's reply.

"..Is that so?"
"Yeah-"

The two talked for a bit, until Ivan hung up.

I just got a call from my old best friend, Ivan. He moved away when we were younger, but I miss him. Alot.
We still keep in touch though! Plus he gave this super warm scarf, and uh.. Let me find a picture of him!


Here we go, that was maybe a half a year ago? He sent me a selfie of his, haha.
But, maybe I should talk about the school, yeah?

I can't remember what it's called, but here's the pamphlet I was given.

'A school for the elite. Students from various places around the world enroll here, for both educational and more.

Possible classes to be enrolled in;
LA
Math
English
World Languages
PE
Art
Music
Weaponry

We are not responsible for any injuries caused on campus.'

Yeah, yeah, it all sounds normal until you reach the injury part. Man, this sounds FUN.
I'm out.

Peace.

[shuuu]

Adjusting the furry coat Summit wore, red sneakers danced along the smooth ash pavement. Calmly striding down the pathway, crimson eyes took in the new environment, slightly overshadowed by ink hair. Using a cane to help balance herself, Summit whistled cheerily, black jeans concealing the switchblade hidden under her jacket.

Head in the clouds, she didn't notice the blonde girl staring at her, eyes widen. However, silently the blonde girl ran away, leaving Summit by herself once more. Coming across the large glass doors, Summit wandered inside, amazed at the sight.

Smooth ivory and ebony tiles lined the floors, sunlight filtering in by the huge windows covering each wall. Satin black chairs littered about, with pristine white lockers as well. Summit hadn't notice the pair of twins approaching her.

WOW
THIS PLACE IS FRIGGIN HUGE

Like, it's so fancy too!
But I have nooo idea where to go, but then this pair of creepy twins walked up to me.



Me; ...Um...
Them; Are you lost?
Me; Yeah.. Why?
Them; The ceremony is beginning. Follow us.
Me; Alright...

But yeah, they speak in like, prefect union-
They're scary-

But they brought me into this huge auditorium, where we were sat by what we 'represent'. I was at the very end.

AH DOG
MY STOMACH IS TURNING
WE HAVE TO PUBLIC SPEAK

AH DOG

Fretting nervously, Summit ignored all the weird looks being sent to her. Up on stage was a blonde girl, with blue eyes, although one was a different hue then the other. With a graceful walk, she rose to the microphone, speaking loud and confident. Summit, who had calmed down slightly, noticed the girl had a British accent.

"Hello! My name is Claire Chandler! I represent the United Kingdom!"

After giving a small speech, everyone clapped, as more people came onto the stage. Summit found herself busy as she wrote, not noticing mismatching blue eyes and cherry wine eyes on her.

"Tsk.."

"She's... beautiful..."

Well, there is a LOT of people here, that's for sure.

Um.. Let me recap some of them.


Egil, he's from Norway. He's... super nervous..


Claude, he has a Romanian accent and slight lisp.


Colette, or just Cole, this girl from France.


Eloise. He's like, French-Canadian?


Chandler, she's from England and I felt like she was glaring at me the whole time.

OH CRAP
IT'S MINE TURN
SHOOT

Meekly, Summit made her way to the podium. She could feel all the burning stares on her body, making her draw her jacket closer to her. Trying to calm her heart, red eyes scanned over the crowd of possible assassins and future leaders. Gulping, she held the microphone to her mouth.

"Hello.. I'm Summit, I'm here to represent my grandfather, The Joker-"

Someone in the crowd gasped, and then asked loudly.
"YOU MEAN 'WONDERLAND'? ARE YOU 'THE RED QUEEN'?"

Taken back, Summit wrecked her brain for a answer. Red Queen?
Wait.. That's what..
Her grandmother told what she was..!

"No. I'm Alice."
With a new-found confident, Summit continued speaking.

"My Grandmother is the Red Queen. My Mother was the White Queen. I'm Alice, soon to be the Mad Hatter. My wonderland is a proud place, question it, and it'll be off with your head."

Murmurs ran through the crowd, as Summit's usual meek crimson eyes were a blazing blood. The one with cherry wine eyes gasped again, breathless.

"She's.. just like her grandfather... beautiful and deadly."

"I think I'm in love."

[shuuu]

Gritting her teeth, Summit hid out in a janitor closet. With a red lead pencil held in her hand, she furiously wrote, a scared expression on her face, crimson eyes wide.

DEAR DOG
THIS SCHOOL IS FULL OF FREAKS

There's scary British girls, creepy desk-mates, and stalkers covered in odd red fluids.
But remember the list of names Grams gave me? Apparently, those are allies to our mafia. Well, they're a interesting bunch, to say the least.

Our teacher is this weird guy who tries to be all hip and stuff, and is always rambling his head off. I think he's a intern, he seems to young to be qualified...

This is Colette, she's from France. She's cool, I guess??

She really scary looking though..
Her sweater pretty much covers the bottom half of her mouth. Like a ninja.

Me; So uh, nice to meet you. I'm Summit.
Cole; Bonjour. I am Colette. But jou can call me Cole.

She has a french accent, it was kinda funny listening to her talk. (duh)
Anyways, she said the reason she hides her face is because she has a bad smile? I don't even know.

Next, I met this other dude, it seems his locker is next to mine.


Emil or something? I just remember he was Norwegian, aha..
Me; Um.. you're in front of my locker...
Him; ACK-! B-beklager..
Me; Nah, it's alright.
Him; You are Summit, ya?
Me; That's right.
Egil; I am Egil, n-nice to meet you.

Egil is pretty nice too, kinda shy, but pretty nice :'D

AND THEN
THERE'S THIS FEMALE DOG

CHANDLER.



While I was looking for my classroom, I accidentally walked into her.
And I guess she really doesn't like me.

Me; *accidentally walked into her* Oh, I'm sorry-
Chandler; *dropped all her stuff from the push* WHAT THE B***** H***?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! YOU ALMOST MADE ME CRACK MY PHONE!
Me; Oh- I-
Chandler; *keeps raging and cutting me off*
Me; Look, I'm sorry, but nothing was broken, so calm down.
Chandler; *glares* I. Will. Make. You. Regret. EVERYTHING. *sashays off*

People were whispering and stuff...
I guess I made myself a loser :/

???; That's was pretty loud, huh Shein?
Shein(?); Ya.

I turned around to see these some guy and a girl. They looked mildly surprised, but then again, I would be too.



???; Oh, kumusta! I'm Dakila, but everyone calls me Kila~ *grins and waves*
Shein; Ah, I'm Shein. *slightly smiles*
Me; I'm Summit-
Shein; We remeber your intro from the cereamony, quite the stunt you pulled that.
Me; Ahaha, really? *half smile/nervous grin*
Kila; Mhmm! Ah, maybe we should help explain, yah?
Shein; We know Chandler, pretty bossy. I don't like her.
Kila; She can basically charm ANYONE! *slightly frowns*
Summit; Like, some queen bee in dramas?
Kila; Yeah! Like my K-dramas! *freezes* ISAYNOTHING-
Shein; ...Well, if I were you, I would try and make some alliances. Soon. Good luck. *waves and walks away*
Kila; Yeah! See ya! *runs to catch up with Shein*

Man, I guess------

"I FOUND YOU! DO I WIN?"

With a short scream, Summit's pencil flew, tracing over her paper. Overhead, smiling brightly, was a boy(?) wearing a red chullo hat and cherry wine eyes. He had jet-black hair, some tips a pale blue. Helping to hold it back were yellow goggles. Oddly, he covered in something red and his right arm was strange. Instead of normal flesh, it was robotic.

Giggling, he leaned in closer to Summit. His cheeks were slightly pink, as his cherry gaze locked with crimson.

"Summit~! I just wanna know everything about you~!"

With immediate reflexes, Summit landed a kick straight to his stomach, kicking the wind out of him. Staggering back, he made an opening for Summit to dart through.

Red sneakers dashed along the ground, black jacket with fur on the ends flowing like a cape behind Summit as she ran. Ignoring the looks people sent her, even the pissed stare from Chandler, running until she couldn't feel her legs.

Wheezing, crimson glanced up to see where she was.

"Huh.. I-it's.. the... library, huh?"

[BlondeChick]

This is pretty good so far Can't wait for more

[shuuu]

Thank you! c:

[shuuu]

Peeking inside, Summit stared in awe at the large space before her. Rows and rows of shelves filled to the brine were lined in a orderly fashion. Tables and chairs were placed in various locations of the large room, and Summit could spot computers lining the back wall. Summit hadn't notice, but someone was standing behind her. The stranger placed a hand on her shoulder, making Summit whip her head around fast.

Expecting her stalker, she saw someone else instead.

"Oh, you're.. Eloise, right?"
"Yeah."
"Um.. Sorry, am I in your way?"

The taller male nodded, with Summit moving out the way to make room for him. He slipped past, disappearing into the bookcases. Summit decided that the library was probably the best place to hide, considering there weren't many people around. Walking towards some tables, she sat down. Placing the checkered notebook down, she got out her lucky red lead pencil.

Oh, crap. Sorry about that.

My 'stalker' found me.
Like, I've NEVER met this person before. I mean, I felt like I was being watched the whole time during homeroom, and when I looked around, THIS GUY.



He was staring at me.
Face forward.
Like, he didn't even bother to try and hide it-

DOG HELP ME

I guess he's kinda sorta maybe a little cute, but he's.. super creepy...

Me; *writing down notes*
??; ... *slowly walks to my desk* .. *just stand there*
Me; *feeling a sense of dread and horror* .. *looks up* HOLY-
??; *smiles creepily* I'm... Luka~
Me; Oh um, I'm-
Luka; Summit. Of course I know you're name, silly~
Me; Oh. Well, can I help you?
Luka; Marry me?
Me; UM- I, uh-
Luka; ?? -tilts head and smiles- <3
Me; Th-that's nice and all, but I don't know you and I'm only 16-
Luka; But I know everything about you! *rattles of facts from 3rd grade to favorite outfit* Plus I can wait! <33 I'd wait forever and a day for you-
Me; *booked it*
Luka; WAIT! COME BACK!

Anyways, after a wild chicken chase through the school, I ended up hiding in a cleaning closet.
Until he found me.
And then we played lethal tag.
And now I'm hiding at the library.

Thank Dog.
THAT GUY WAS A HUGE CREEP.

I also got a list of my classes as well, and apparently, everyone has to join a club? Ah, this is gonna be hard-

Homeroom - #317
LA - #399
Math - #278
WL - #867
Lunch
Art/Music - #567/#456
Weaponry - #17
Club Time

So yeah, the school is pretty HUGE, considering WL is in room 867 D:
But I met Eloise, he's nice I guess? He's quiet, that's pretty much all I know about him, ahaha.

I should probably look up all the possible clubs, there's a info/pamphlet next to me right now.

Clubs;;
Chess (No thanks)
Drama (Maybe?)
Newpaper (Who reads newpapers)
TSA [Some thing for technology] (Maybe??)
Cooking (Eh)
Writing (Eh)
Library assistance (Hm..)

I think working at the library sounds fun, I'll see if I can snag a spot.
I'M OUT
PEACE

_______________________

Should I open up forms for you character to be in the story? Or should I wait a little more? ovo

[BlondeChick]

Haha, Luka. "Will you marry me?" Forget about love being patient xD

That would be great, but you should wait until the story moves on a little bit more, like once she settles into her classes and the first day is over. ^-^

[shuuu]

Haha, Luka. "Will you marry me?" Forget about love being patient xD

That would be great, but you should wait until the story moves on a little bit more, like once she settles into her classes and the first day is over. ^-^

Luka isn't the patient type at all xD


And yeah, that would be better, thanks for input! :3