my dads an assasin, gee, you picked a great job dad! 41

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OKAY, SO I WENT TO THE DOCTOR AND I REALLY NEED TO GET THE DIAGNOSIS OUT OF MY HEAD SO I'M WRITTING THE NEXT CHAPTER SO THAT I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE TO THINK ABOUT. SORRY IF IT SUCKS BUT I JUST NEED SOMETHING ELSE TO THINK ABOUT SO I TURNED TO MY STORIES. SO JUST KNOW THAT IF THIS CHAPTER SUCKS BECAUSE I'M NOT EXACTLY THRILLED WITH THE DIAGNOSIS

 

three days later we celebrated the next President's inaugaration into office. Of couse, my dad went to meet him. The President had brown short hair that was neatly trimmed and brown eyes that seemed to be accusing me of something.

My dad and the President shook hands. It was a weird moment. The Presidnet dropped my dads hand like he'd been electroucuted.

"Forgive me, but who are you exactly?" The President asked.

I wanted to face-palm myself but I fought the urge.

"I am the best Assassin in this country. The President himself gave me the award a while back." My dad said, and then excecuted a bow.

The President went a little white in the face, and then turned to look at me.

"This is my daughter." Dad said with and elegent geusture of his hand.

"What are your names exactly?"

"We change our names frequently."

"What names are you going by now?" The words seemed weird comming from this guy.

"Alexander." Dad said.

I couldn't help but snicker.

They both turned to look at me.

"Where the heck did Alex come from?" I demanded of my dad.

"Where did Isabella come from?" He retorted.

Okay, so i'd been watching Twilight. Can you blame me?

The President cleared his throat.

We both turnd to look at him.

Mr. President coughed.

What the heck?

"Do you need a coughdrop?"

I broke down laughing. What the crap?

Dad kicked me in the side.

I gapsed in pain and then stood up and plastered what I hoped was a blank expression on my face.

"So. What exactly do you do?"

My dad and I gave each other weird looks.

"Your supposed to give me the list of people to kill and then i deliver thier heads to you on a platter and then you pay me."

I jammed my fist into my mouth to keep from screamin with laughter.

i give up, maybe tomorrow wll be better when i'm not thinking about the freakin diagnosis

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