Once in a while, someone asks them self, "Why am I here?" or "What purposes do I have."
That's what i've been asking myself for fifteen years, as I am now, twenty three years old. I was young to start trying to find out myself, and my purpose for life, and this story tells about how I did. With a little encounter with a hunk of a man. It pulls me away from my tasks at hand. It gets hard with things with my short attention span. I don't want to accidentally find the wrong thing, or find nothing at all. I prefer, heading in the right path.
My name is Alice Quinn, and here's my story.
It started with my eyes opening. Grogginess from a hangover, and groaning. Sunlight shinned through the cracks of my blinds, as it burned my eye sight. Feeling as sick as can be from this minor hangover, I tried to get ready to start my day.
Once I stepped outside, immediate regret, I retreated indoors as the sun hurt my eyes. Maybe I should stay inside. The thought didn't bother me, until I got a phone call. It was my boss, "what." He told me a job had to be done, but the target was unknown.
You see, I don't live a normal life. I have a job but, it's classified... Soon enough you will understand what I truly am.
