Nora Peterson life as an Assassain

Ok this is my new story.

It's only the first chapter but i would like to know what you think. So read it and then comment on it.

Nora Peterson I'm a fifteen year old assassin. I've been doing this since I found out my parents died. Let me start at the beginning.

I was left at boarding school when I was five. All I remember is my mother and father driving away from me leaving me on the front step of Oakland boarding school. They left me to struggle through life on my own. For the next nine years I blossomed into who I am today a rebellious girl that loves taking risks, having adrenaline rushes and being the best at everything. Not once over those years did I have any contact from my parents till I was called into the head teacher's office on the last day of the spring holiday.

I walked in, head held high, expecting to be shouted for some prank I had pulled. That was till I saw all the teachers in there giving me sympathetic looks and I new something was wrong. "Sit down love" Mrs. Miller my head teacher uttered. I slipped into the posh leather arm chair opposite her desk and twiddled with my thumbs. I noticed an unopened letter addressed to me on her desk. It looked pretty important. I stared at it as Mrs. Miller pushed it towards me. I didn't notice that all the teachers had left. I placed the letter in my palm and weighed it in my hand. I can remember that the letter was quite light. I turned the envelope over and popped the sea. I pulled out the letter inside.

I sucked in a big breath and unfolded the paper.

Dear Miss Nora Peterson,

We are sorry to tell you that your parents are missing. We believe that they might be dead. I'm very sorry to tell you this.

I didn't read anymore I couldn't. I know I hadn't known my parents but they were still a big part in my life. When I was little I would imagine that my dad was a king of a big kingdom and my mother was the queen. I always thought that they were going to come rescue me form my prison but they never did.

I didn't know how to react. Should I be crying, should I be mourning there dead bodies. Or hoping, wishing that they were found safe and sound. I stood up and walked out of the office with my head down so my dark limp hair could cover my emotionless face. I ignored the sad, sympathetic looks the teachers were giving me. I walked into my room and sat on my bed I reread the first three sentences in my head trying to make sense of them. After ten minuets of this I decided that I couldn't stay here. This place just reminded me of them even though they had never been here. I needed a new start.

I walked up to my closet and pulled out all my clothes that weren't school uniform and shoved them in my school back pack. I then picked up my phone and laptop and put them in my bag. I walked up to my bed and flipped the mattress over to reveal hundreds of twenty pound notes. I earned them by doing home work for other people since I found most of them easy I made a business of doing homework for twenty pounds. Many people came to me and I did it no questions asked which people liked. I counted it all up to twenty thousand pounds. Enough to keep me out of trouble for a few years.

I waited till night fall when I knew everyone was asleep and made my escape through my window and slid down the roof. I knew nobody would disturb my room for a few days so nobody would know I was gone. I jumped the outer wall and waited at the bus stop. I hopped onto the first bus that came and paid for a ride to the furthest place away for there.

That's how I ended up living on the streets but not how I came to become an assassin. A few weeks into living on the street I put my foot wrong. I got caught pick pocketing from an old woman. As I was running away from the police I stumbled into a warehouse. I was hidden behind a barrel when someone jumped me. I threw this person over my head. He landed on his feet and pulled out a knife and started trying to stab me but I blocked every jab. I knocked the knife out of his hand and pinned him down and aimed the knife at his Adam's apple that was bobbing up and down.

"Why did you try to kill me" I snapped. The boy that looked about a year older than me with floppy brown hair and green eyes just laughed. I was out ragged and slapped his face. His laughter stopped suddenly "what was that for" he grunted "Dan said you would be feisty but I didn't think this bad. If you must know we have been watching you and would like you to join us." He said throwing me off him

"Join you in doing what" I questioned.

"We have an establishment, me and a few people like you are paid to hunt down people and we would like you on our team" he said with an outreached hand "I'm Alex."

I grabbed his hand and pulled myself up "ok I'll help you" to say he was shocked was an understatement. After he got over the shock he grabbed my hand and led me to a big gray van. I dug my feet into the gowned causing Alex to stop. "What's wrong" he questioned

"I was told when I was little not to get into vans with strange men I don't know" he just looked at me then laughed at me again.

"It's ok I won't hurt you I promise" but I still did not budge

"Open the van so I can see what's inside first" I was still a bit scared. He walked over to the van and pulled open the door one man and one girl fell out. The girls screamed as she fell to the floor. "ALEX what was that for "she screeched while jumping up from the ground. She looked about the same age as me. She pushed her blond hair out her eyes to reveal two shocking green eyes. She was a tall girl's with long limbs. She looked at Alex then to me. "so you decided to join us. I'm Shelly" she walked up to me and pulled me to the van. I stepped in but what I saw was not what I was expecting. All the walls were covered in TV screen and gadgets. I spun around to see Alex and Shelly deep in conversation. "What sort of organization is this are you spies or something".

They both looked at me then back at each other but before they could answer a tall man with dark hair and a light skin tone stepped in the van "we're assassins" he put it bluntly. To say I was surprised was an understatement. "Your not going to kill me are you?" I questioned looking around for the quickest escape root out of the van.

"No we, we're recruiting you. I've been watching you for a few weeks and you have star potential to be good. I'm Dan the leader of this group" he looked around and I followed his gaze till it stopped on a picture of a face. It was a man with a gray beard and a scar across his eye. I looked back at Dan.

"Do you want me to kill him" I questioned

"Think of it as a test if you pass you will become one of us. Sally and Alex will be training you in everything you will need to know to kill this man." With that he got out the van and pulled the door shut. With that my life as an assassin began.

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