Samantha McCradle, a 17 year old girl who lives in a foster home because her parents died in a house fire.
Or at least that was what she was told.
What happens when she finds a darkness and a light deep within her soul. Powers unseen by anyone, as...
I was always told that my parents were killed in a housefire. My name is Samantha McCradle and I live in a foster home. I have jet black hair with blonde highlights throughout it and I have crystal blue eyes.
I have 2 foster brothers and a best friend named Chloe. Matt and Aston are my brothers. Alyssa and Steve are my foster parents for now until I can get the hell out.
I graduated from assassin academy two months ago after being there since I was 5 years old. I was told to never tell anyone about my schooling because it would cause me problems with other assassins trying to kill me.
Now that I'm 17 years old, I can be a free teenager, go to school, make some friends. Hey maybe I'll even get a boyfriend. Who knows.
. . . . . . .
Today was the first day of my junior year. This is going to be great! I had to get ready, this involves shower, makeup, hair, and the best outfit in the whole world. My custom favorite.
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Luckily for me, I have my own car. No bus and no rides from guardians. My own freedom on the road. I owned a metallic black dodge challenger with pearl purple stripes through it. Let's just say, I have a great life.
I grabbed my pouch and keys and started to walk to the door to get stopped by Steve.
"Hey Sammy, please be careful out there. I was watching the news and there had been some shooting at the schools." He said in a soft, caring tone.
" Steve, I'll be fine. Okay, I know what to do." I responded in a childlike tone pulling out my dagger from my thigh belt.
I smiled and pat his shoulder then walked out the door.
I jumped in my challenger and started its sexy engine. It sounded like a tiger roaring. I smiled and put my shades on.
As I approached the high school I gradually found a parking place next to a silver Chevy Silverado. I placed my shades in my visor and placed my keys in my pouch. I locked the car as I headed in to the office.
I walked in and the halls were empty. A security guard looked at me and smiled, " this way please ma'am". He gestured me to walk towards him and go through the metal detectors.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep. Of course it goes off when I walk in. Just my fucking luck. I thought to myself. As I stood on the other end waiting for instructions.
The guard walked towards me and gestured me to place my pouch on the table to my right.
"This is bullshit. Its not like I have a gun on me, dickhead." I said in a casual tone. Just as he pulled out my combat blades from the side pocket.
"Hey, that's nothing, just something I use when I'm by myself and feel dangered." I tried to make it sound believable, in which, most of it was.
