Code name: Viper

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My name is Natalie Jonesboro, I'm seventeen years old, and I am the youngest government assassin for the United States on record. I work under the field operative name Viper, Viper the sniper if you want to get into nicknames. But in all honesty... I'd rather not ever go there. We all live under the United States capital building, surprising right? And when I said we I didn't throw it in there just for the heck of it, I was serious. There are fifty seven of us who reside under the United States capital building. We all sort of have the same backstory pertaining to how we got to the same place. Here's the funny thing though, according to the United States government, all fifty seven of us didn't exist. I mean yes we were real and moving. But, we didn't have social security numbers and we no longer existed as foster care case numbers. Where we were at us had names not numbers and I liked that a lot. But like I said, we were all there for kind of the same reasons. We were teenage geniuses and natural born killers. Everyone did their own jobs but I was the only sniper. I was the best, better than anyone in the military, and better than anyone else in the country. I wasn't you average sniper either. My job was to take out whoever I was told to. From foreign politicians to the occasional terrorist bomb building soccer mom. I never asked questions because I never cared. I was always the best and I stayed true to my country, that's why I can't believe the situation I'm in now. But before I dive into too much detail, let me start from the beginning of my story.

Like thousands of other kids all over the nation, I was born into the foster care system. I never knew what either of my parents looked like. And to be honest, I don't want to know them based on the circumstance of how they left me in an alley dumpster, likely to die of hypothermia. Yep, that's right my loving parents left me in a dumpster on Christmas. Some Christmas miracle I am. Anyway, for the majority of my life I was tossed around from house to house and from shelter to shelter. Maybe it's because I was always sort of introverted. People in general kind of always agitated me.

I went to my last foster home when I was fifteen, and that one was the one that literally shifted the course of my life forever. It was the home Ms. Kate Stevenson A.K.A the devil behind closed doors. It turns out she only took in foster kids for the sheer reason of the check. And with that check she didn't even spend it on the foster kids. She spent it on her god awful greasy faced, stringy haired daughter. Ali Stevenson was her name. Like her mom she was an evil welfare collecting queen who cared about nothing but canned ravioli and Reality TV. Dear god I hated them so much. They were always so evil making me eat separately and clean every little thing. And if I didn't do it to their expectations I slept outside that night.

So I thought to myself, I thought of the ways I could just end all of this right this very moment and never have to deal with this family and their constant abuse. Or the abuse of the foster care system in general. Then, the idea came to me quicker than anything ever had. I could simply shoot both of them and then confess to it. If I did that then maybe I could get sent to a better foster home. But how would I do it?

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