Born into a world of gangs and violence, Phoenix spends her last year of high school tracking down the person who is responsible for murdering her father. Little does she kw, he's a lot closer than she thinks. I was always a very intuitive kid, always picking up the little things. I knew, even at the age of five, that my dad didn't have a rmal job.Normal jobs didn't involve guns and body guards. Normal jobs wouldn't have my dad threatening my kinder garden teacher to t speak my last name. Normal jobs wouldn't have the whole town shitting bricks at just the mention of my dad's name. Normal jobs wouldn't make my dad have to hide the fact that I even existed. No. My dad didn't have a rmal job. But then again, my dad wasn't rmal. My dad wasn't a rmal father. He taught me about guns, how to use them and how to handle them, and about death, what happens and what it means, at the age of 3. He taught me how to pick locks and how to hide my emotions at the age of four. By age five, he was convinced that I would follow in his footsteps. I just wasn't sure that I wanted to...
