No, no, no, Ayrton thought, tossing and turning in his small, white bed sheet. He was having the same nightmare he had every day since he got that letter.
He never wanted that letter. No, he did not. Neither did he want his whole life involved in this crazy new life he had.
Only his new professor would approve of letting him be mad and let him be this crazy person who actually liked killing.
Ayrton wasn't someone who would kill another person just for a badge on his chest. Maybe some people were, but not someone soft like him.
He woke up and sat up on his bed, looking through his snow-covered window, starting to wonder the meaning of life for him.
It seems meaningless, thought a small part of his mind.
But then I wouldn't be existing, He thought back.
Well, the point was, he was here in his bed, looking out the window, existing. That means he hasn't figured out why he was living. Most likely it was because everyone has a meaning in life, but Ayrton just had a smaller role than many others.
Maybe it would be different if Mom was here, or Dad, He looked down at his hands, deep in thought.
He looked over at his clock on the top of his wall. It was only three o'clock in the morning. Maybe he could still sleep through it if he tried really hard to think of something funny.
He tried thinking about funny moments in his life, but he could only think of the time he had to find his cat, and his cat was sitting right in front of him, but he didn't notice.
That wasn't really funny, though.
He sighed and opened his bookshelf, desperately flipping through the books to find a nice, thick book that could pass his time, but the only book he found actually thick enough was a dictionary - but he had no interest in grammar.
He sighed again and grabbed a small, dusty little book from his backpack and began scribbling what he thought right now.
I hate everything and I hate myself and I hate every single person on the planet except for Mom and Dad and Ana...... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.
He scribbled a ton of X's in the end, probably because he didn't like anything right then.
Little did he know.....
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Assassination Academy (Book 1)
AventuraAyrton doesn't like killing - he's a softie. But when he gets an unexpected letter from an academy he doesn't want to attend, life takes an even more unexpected twist. Will he make it out alive? Disclaimer : The cover is awesome, but it's not mine! ...
