Murder Academy, chapter 1

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Another day, alas I'm reading in my cozy bed the last week of summer, my parents always say I should get off my butt and train but I honestly don't see the point. School is was always easy for me, and it never took long, I'm not homeschooled but it just doesn't feel very long, or affective.

I don't have many friends, not like I'd care for any. There's this one girl, Gina, she won't stop trying to be my friend but I just ignore her, she's kinda annoying. I'm starting 10th grade this year. I HATE school. Honestly I might as well just be homeschooled, it's not like I'm learning anything in school.

So far this summer I've read 62 books, I'm a book worm. I've watched some videos as well, drawn, my parents call it being lazy. My parents, Kiana and Jordan, are professional assassins. They think everything I do is lazy, and that I should be more "productive."
I think that's the dumbest thing I've heard come out of their mouths, don't get me wrong I love my parents, but they can be overdramatic sometimes, like how is reading lazy?!?


I start school in 1 week probably at oak wood high, the high school I've been going to for the past 2 years. Gina has been annoying me since 4th grade, always tryna get the best of me and become my "bestie".

     *nocking noise*

Mom: " come eat! Your father and I have some important information for you"

Me (Alana): "Coming!!"

I yell back to make sure she can hear me.
I sit down at the dinner table.

Mom: "Your father and I have some very important news, you know how you start school in a week?"

Me (Alana): " yeah, what about it?" " are you finally homeschooling me."

Mom: "no, not exactly. You've gotten a full scholarship for murder academy and we signed yes."

Me: " the fuck does that mean??" Why can't I just continue at oak wood? Or no school at all?? Also why the hell is it named, murder academy!"

Dad: " well because you just sit on your butt all day and don't even care for school, you need to be at an elite school, and train daily. You can't keep going on like this."

Mom: "pack your bags,  it's like a boarding school so you won't see us till holidays, you may still have your iPhone to contact us with, we need time for work and you need time for school."

I storm off back to my room not crying but just hating life. How could they do this to me?

Word count: 439

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