Underaged Assassin

Real Man

There's always another world other than the rich. Luxurious cuisines, soft king side beds, a coffee machine settled by your bed side table, assistants who does practically anything you want. Yeah life is great, its comfy and lazy, but there are billions of people who don't have it, and as much as you desire for that life, living a normal life is fine too, waking up by the sound of your alarm to go to work or school is okay too, making coffee by yourself in the kitchen is fine too. Most girls would pity me for my lifestyle, parents, etc. if they knew my life. I absolutely hate my life not because of money but because my life is a fucking mistake! I was born without parents, my parents left me in the hospital and I got adopted by my alcoholic parents, my biological parents named me Jenny Della Dior. I always hated my name, I hated the way it would come out of people's mouth or even the way they say it. I've never once liked my name not even in kindergarten. So I decided to to just call myself Della. Classmates, teachers, principle has always known me as Della. To be frankly honest, nobody knew my name was Jenny, besides my adopted and biological parents of course. And I hope to always keep it that way, that's not a statement that's a fucking promise.

My "parents" has never really shown affection and has always referred to me as a brat, and you may pity me or even feel sorry for me, I don't need it, because they did technically raise me and they always made extra food on purpose for me to eat. Even though these small gestures aren't enough for most people. It's enough for me. I also have no curfew, I'll come at 2am and they won't gave a flying crap about it which is perfect for when I get too high. I've no friends, and I'm fine with it. At least my grades aren't slipping, everyone in my class usually fails at every subject except...my weakness P.E. I've always bunked that class, I've never really found it useful and I hate wasting my time. I'll be graduating next year and although a bunch of universities have offered me scholarships at multiple universities like, Harvard, Cambridge, Princeton, Columbia, Brown etc. but I'm not going to college, I decided maybe I'll make a business and invest in it or something. I push forward with my chair and open my laptop, as I press enter, the report cards have been published, everything's s an A1 except... P.E. exams are over, subjects are now also done. P.E is the only subject where I've failed, means I'll have to pick a sport and I'll be practicing that sport for the next entire year. I massage by forehead feeling worthless. Just pick a sport, it's just a year and then graduation. Fine. I place my finger on the the touch pad and click on selections. Fuck almost every sport is full. Archery it is.

THE NEXT DAY

I wake up in agony, the sound of how I'll be at sports all day long stiffens me, What possible excuse could I use today? I stop the alarm next to my bed and open my curtains to the pitch black view, I turn on the lights and flinch at the brightness, I grab my uniform as I tip toe to the bathroom turn on the heater and take a warm shower. With all my fucking love from the bottom of my heart, I absolutely despise P.E more than anything in this flunked up world. As I reach the campus I stomp to the bathroom and throw my bag on the sink unzipping my big pocket, as I watch the last girl leave, giving me a dirty look as if I'm mad and high. Well I am high. I open my can of drugs of cocaine and spill 3-5 pills on my hand and stuff them inside my mouth and swallow hard, my arms holding the sink as I look at myself in the spacious mirror as I feel a throbbing feeling in my head feeling higher than I usually am on an everyday basis, As I hide the cans inside my bag and storm off to my class slamming the door behind me luckily my teacher hasn't arrived yet, can't fucking wait till graduation. I lay on my table folding my arms, my desk mate walks in and sits next to me as usual, "Hey" She starts, my head hurts too much to reply and plus I don't care enough. I just deeply hum my voice breaking in between, "Are you high?" she asks moving my arms to she see my face, "Yes." I answer, she just nods with an unamused expression, I know she doesn't like it when I'm high or doing drugs but it helps with my shit, I feel ALMOST guilty but then I realise, I don't care ENOUGH to stop doing drugs for her. I will never go back to how easily I would feel back then, it's not fucking worth it. I continue massaging my head, Before you yap at me saying I'm being "dramatic". I know what I'm doing, I know I'm killing myself bit by bit, I'm not a stupid rebellious teenager who's doing drugs for sake of popularity or because of "bullies" by all means, I'm the one who bullies the spoiled little brats. Especially the principles daughter, goodness sakes she's annoying in one moan or cry the principle comes running over spoiling her even more, by telling her she can skip class or buys her new clothes or phones.