Today..... Monday morning. I was woken up to the shrill cry of the banshee I call my alarm. I got up and decided to pick up my first day clothes, I mean who doesnt want to dress fine on their first day?
The agency rang and said my partner will meet me when school is over...... How great, i obviously wanted to work with someone(note the sarcasm). I picked out my outfit for the day, took a shower and got dressed. And I took an apple and headed out the door.
I arrived at school and this mean woman was sitting at the desk, making me feel like the floor might just cave in under my feet.
'Hello', i greeted the woman with a shaky smile. 'Name, age and grade', she said without even looking at me. 'Isabella Smoak, 16, grade 11', I replied curtly. 'Here's your timetable and locker code, good luck finding your class', she replied with a long drawling voice.'That bitch', i thought. But i didn't dare voice my thoughts in fear of getting stabbed in the heart by a pen.
I walked through the hallways and finally found my locker. I grabbed what i needed and looked on my timetable. 'How do i find my class now?', I wondered. Suddenly my locker shut, making a loud noise. My head snapped up to check which idiot had done that and i came face to face with a boy who would have most girls drooling at the sight of him.
Keyword: most girls. I glared at him and crossed my arms, waiting for an explanation. 'I couldnt help but over hear a damsel in distress. I can escort you to your class, he winked at me.
I smiled at him and leaned close to him. 'Im not your toy' and I proceeded to kick him where the sun doesn't shine. He doubled over in pain and I stalked off to find my class before the bell rings.
I found my class after accidentally walked in on two people sticking their tongues down each other's throat. I almost barfed at the sight. I walked in, seeing that I was the second person to arrive to class, and some guy was sitting in the corner with ear buds in. I'm not one for classes, I mean I could be off on a dangerous mission but this one was too enticing to miss. My target is the son of a drug lord named Black Lotus. We caught his father, but it seems its a family business. He has some heavy leverage on my client whom is too important to disclose his identity ( the prince of France ;)). And now I have to get it back before he does some serious damage with it, but as of now, we still can't find any intel on him.
The class slowly started filling up and the teacher walked in and at that moment I swore I was going to enjoy this lesson. He was drop dead gorgeous and his dimple was to die for, but he seemed kind of like the best friend to me and I guess he would be about 23 or 24. He started with role call and when he got to my name he paused. 'It seems like we have a new student here, would you like to get up and introduce yourself?'. I stood up and began introducing myself when a guy walked in.'Chris Eaton, at this point you're gonna get detention if you keep showing up late'. He mumbled a quick apology and took the seat beside me, since it was closest to him. 'Ms. Smoak please continue with your introduction.' 'Well my name is Isabella Smoak, Im 16 years old, I just transferred from Madison high and I'm majoring in science', I finished off. 'Well thank you Ms. Smoak, now shall we all open to page 23, we have a lot to catch up on.
The time flew by and soon the bell went for lunch and I handed over my worksheet to my teacher who introduced himself as Tristan Cortez. I stepped out off the class and headed towards my locker. I was suddenly pulled into the storage room where I turned to the person with a questioning look. 'We need to talk', he said.

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The Devil's Assassin
Roman pour AdolescentsShe was a highly trained assassin since age 12. She was feared amongst all crime rings. She isn't your typical teenage spy. She's more then meets the eye. ^^^^^^^^ Its not your normal story. Read to find out ;)