Dangerous Assassin

Chapter 1 (Lily)

I am in a beat-up car with my parents as we drive halfway across the country to Alaska so I can go to boarding school. My parents are sick of getting calls from the school because I did something that Sarah didn't like. Her name means princess. It makes me fucking sick. She's the principal's daughter so she gets everything she wants. When we finally arrive at the airport, I grab my bag. It's a medium-sized black backpack. My parents walk me to the gate and I get on my plane. I'm seated in economy next to an old guy. He has gray hair with a bald spot. His head is resting on the window and he appears to be asleep. I don't pay much attention to him. I pull my book out of my bag and read. I have a 5 hour flight so I might as well get comfortable.

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3 hours later I wake up from a nap. My book is on the table now with my bookmark in place. The old man is still sleeping so it was probably a flight attendant. I put my book back in my bag and grab my tin case with some art supplies. I start drawing the four elements as people. A water droplet sitting in a puddle of its own tears. A fireball that's stuck looking in the mirror staring at a reflection that they hate. A rock of earth that's constantly going in the wrong direction. A tornado that's constantly in a downward spiral. I draw them to symbolize different mental problems. We finally land once I am almost done with my drawing. I'll color it once I get settled into my dorm.

I look around the airport for someone waiting there for me. Eventually, I spot a small sign sitting on a bench that has my name. No one is around it besides someone sitting a few inches from it. I roll my eyes and walk over.

"Hey, are you the person waiting for the girl on that sign?" I ask the man. He has a scar on his left eyebrow and a burn scar on his hand. He has emerald green eyes and dirty blonde hair that just barely reaches his earlobe.

"Yes, I'm assuming you're Lily," his voice is gravelly and sounds like if you make him mad, his yelling would be something to send you to you're knees in fear, "name's Sam," he holds his hand out to me to shake mine. I reach my hand to shake his.

He gets up and leads me out of the airport to a fancy Cadillac. It was red with a little bit of white. He opens the door for me and I get into the passenger seat and my bag goes in the backseat. He walks around the car to get into the driver's seat and we start heading northwest. After about 45 minutes we pull up to a boarding school in the woods. It's built of red brick and looks kind of like a castle. There's another person at the door of the school with sunglasses and short black hair. Sam leads me past and through a few halls. After a few minutes, we stop at a door. It's dark brown with gold corners. The door knob has a symbol on it but I don't get enough time to figure out what it is before Sam grabs the knob and turns it. Inside the room is two beds each with a dark brown wooden dresser at the foot already with the school uniform in them. The bed has red sheets with gold embroidery. The curtains are black with red lace at the bottom.

"Who's my roommate?" I ask.

"They should be here soon. They're supposed to show you around the school."

"Ok, thanks."

Sam leaves and I'm alone in this huge room. I quickly do a scan for cameras and don't see any. I grab my bag and put it on the bed to put my stuff away. About 20 minutes later I'm in my notebook writing a story with my earbuds in playing music on my MP3 player when the door opens and a girl with long brown hair walks in with a black eye and a cut lip. Her eyes are a light blue and look like sapphires. She's wearing a button shirt with blood splattered on it and some black leggings with a hole in the knee.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"I'm fine you should see the other guy," she responds, "Oh are you my roommate?"

"Yes."

"Name's Maria."

"Lily."

"Few rules around here. 1. Don't touch my stuff. 2. Don't stare at people. 3. Don't start fights unless you can finish them." she laughs after the last one. She walks into the bathroom and grabs a washcloth and starts dabbing at her lip, "Damn it Oliver this shirt was brand new."