The days went by like clockwork almost. Wake up, get dressed, go to school, extra-curriculars, get back from school, teach the Hudsons German, repeat. And before I knew it, it was October first and homecoming was only a week away. Of course, I wasn't planning on going. Instead, I would go to the cemetery or the boxcar or something. In sixth period we were finally getting to the good parts of history, war. We were learning about world war one and doing a partner project. Our partners were our seatmates—we each had tables of two that we sat at during class and the people who sat next to us were our partners. My partner was a guy named Gideon McLain, he was a five-foot six baseball player with short dirty blond hair and green eyes. I noticed that he had a busted lip, not that I was looking at his lips, I was just profiling him and noticed that his lip was busted open. (But he did have really pretty lips.)
"I don't do the whole "teamwork" thing." I told him as we got our assignment, "But I also don't like screwing people over. Why don't I just do the project and then you can present it?"
"Sure. As long as you don't screw the whole thing up and I get a good grade. My dad will kill me if I fail this class." I love it when I get my way. Which I always do, sometimes I just need to work a little harder for it, so what I should really say is that I love it when I get my way easily.
It was Tuesday, which meant that I went to Nada's house after school and trained. It also meant that I had to spar with Caleb, who flirts way more than someone with a highly trained assassin charging at them logically should. I swear, I could have him in a choke hold and he would twist it somehow. As soon as I got to the basement I connected my phone to the speaker before Caleb had the chance to play his terrible music. Turning on my favorite playlist I put my hair into two French braids and put my gloves on. This week we were fighting with knives. And I, for one, was ready to turn Caleb into ribbons. Correction; Nada said that if I do any permanent damage she's confiscating my knives. Oh well, it was a fun thought at least.
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The Queen Of Spades
ActionWhat do you get when you mix an orphaned teenage spy fighting Nazi assassins with the melodramatic high school life of Ellsworth, Maine? A bloody mess (literally). But what happens when civilians get caught in the cross hairs? And what will it take...
