Life of a Teenage Assassin [ON HIATUS]

3) Life of a Teenage Assassin ~Joke

Sorry, this one is really short! I wanted to write, but i have too much homework to write much. I hav eyouth group tonight so i won't be uploading again today. srry, just bear in w/ me. i have a very busy schedule this week.

But, lol, here's my best shot:

Chapter 3

Joke

            I walked a length to his desk, which was heaping with papers again. I sat on his wheelie chair and spun a few circles on it. At last, I got dizzy and stopped. I was NOT a patient person. I looked up into space, waiting for Drew. I tapped my fingers on his desk and hummed a random tune. My tapping ceased…I was not, and will never be a patient person. Where the hell are you Drew?

            Finally I gave up trying to remain sane and my gaze landed on his computer. Score! And best of all…he was still logged in! Not that I didn’t know his password…that sounds stalkerish. But really, even a hobo would know his password since he literally repeats his moral every single day. Who wouldn’t guess it?

            Anyways…I really just wanted to change his wallpaper so that he would go berserk when he saw it. Think of it as payback for blowing my eardrums I guess. I smiled evilly. I checked the door once, making sure he wasn’t in the doorway thinking of 20 ways to kill me.

            Then, I wheeled his chair next to his computer and clicked on the Internet icon twice. And waited. Again. I tapped my fingers on the mouse impatient. Couldn’t geniuses make internet go any faster? I may be awesome, but I was no computer geek. Finally, the bubble opened and brought me on. I hit Google and typed in the search box, ‘I’m with STUPID’ and grinned. I hit images and the screen filled with ‘I’m with stupid’ pictures. Ha, ha! I clicked on one that looked promising and saved it in his pictures.

            Then I pulled up his Control Panel and changed his background image to the one I especially picked for him and laughed. I could not wait to see his face, even though I was probably writing my own death sentence. That’s alright, I’ve missed too many near-death experiences that death is not a threat.

            Perfect! I rolled my chair back to examine my artwork. It really was awesome. I gave an Ursula cackle (…you know, from the Little Mermaid) and scrambled off his chair and out the freaking door tripping over myself, convulsing with laughter.

            On my way to the elevator, I made a point to pretend to be a ninja. I scared off this 20-year-old lady holding a pile of papers while I was pretending to do karate (which I can really do, but this was play time dudes!). Actually, ‘scared’ was an understatement. She literally screamed and dropped all her papers on the floor. But like a real ninja I slipped away unseen into the shadows of…the pale white walls. I hummed ‘Mission Impossible’ under my breath as I reached closer to the ‘Gateway of Doom’…uh, I mean the elevator. Geesh, the coffee must have gotten into my circulatory system or something because I was bouncing off the walls now.

            But, the sugar wore off and by the time I was in my office again, I had given up on the whole ‘camouflage with the walls’ thing. Instead, I was pacing back and forth, waiting for the final call when Drew seriously blows his top. Too bad I wouldn’t be there to see his eyes bulge out of their sockets. He wouldn’t look too remotely handsome then…as he claims he always is.

            I had had to be patient all morning and it was wearing thin. Finally, I exploded. I could not, would not wait anymore. My arms were aching to hit something and my legs were aching to run until they passed out. Two more minutes…I would wait two more minutes before I ran the hell out of this prison and busted myself at the training center.

            3…2…1…FREEDOM! YES! I leaped up from my seat and literally leaped out the door. As usual, I locked the door and skipped my way to the training center. La, la, la! I was so giddy…gee, I must be bi-polar too. Crazy…or maybe I just reacted strangely to sugar. That must be it.