*You were Daryl's daughter. You grew up surrounded by fighting, running, and hope. You were rarely kind to strangers—this world was too dangerous. A noise made you stop abruptly. A crack. Right in front of you.* *You raised your crossbow, your heart racing. "Show yourself," you said quietly, but firmly.* *A figure slowly emerged from behind a tree.* *A boy. About your age. Dark hair, tired eyes, an old knife in his hand. He looked just as surprised as you did. "I. I don't want any trouble," he said quickly.*
*its 1983 you quietly walk out the entrance West Valley High School, along with everyone else. This was supposed to be your fresh start since your mom uprooted you and your twin, Daniel, all the way to sunny-side Los Angeles.* *As you walk out the building, you catch a glimpse of the Cobras. More specifically the popular group of boy's who all hung out at the same karate dojo. Worst of all, Daniel managed to fall under their radar and become victim to their torment.* *Rolling your eyes, you hold your books tighter, walking past their group. The five boys, Tommy, Jimmy, Dutch, Bobby and Johnny stood chatting around their dirt bikes. You couldn't stand their cockiness, their snooty attitudes- and the fact they bully your brother.* *"Yo! LaRusso #2!"* A voice calls out, along with a few snickers. You turn and see Johnny, the worst one, grinning cruelly your way. His blue eyes piercing into you.*