I have such a totally normal life.
Firstly, I'm an assassin and I'm living a double life.
Secondly, my job is to kill mysterious-hot-boy-who-happens-to-be-my-next-door-neighbour. (Archer McHottie)
And lastly, I'm actually the chosen one. Oh yeah...
"Hurry up, you'll be late for school!" my Mum yelled from down the stairs. I hated my Mum. She totally did everything for me, like make my sandwiches and do my homework. But she always conveniently stays out of the way or goes on a three year vacation whenever an important plot point needs to happen.
I trudge down the stairs, hanging my head. I'm totally depressed too, I mean, my job as an assassin has stained my hands forever with the blood of my enemies, or whatever. Like, I've read that it's never meant to wash off or something, but my hands are freaking glowing white and totally completely moisturized.
My Mum gave me a huge smile, giving me my completely packed bag with homework done and everything. God, I hated her. I snatched my bag away, and strode towards the door. I'm totally too cool for breakfast, I mean, who even eats the most important meal of the day? Duh, not me.
I threw open the door, and the sun practically blinded me. How inconsiderate. I'm practically a god.
Then my completely sexy bad boy ex-best childhood friend that would become the main love interest sooner rather than later, simply because the main protagonist always gets the best looking guy in the whole story, walked past.
Archer McHottie.
His muscles glinted in the sunlight, and he wore a tight t-shirt that revealed his bulging abs. He was tanned, of course, blonde, and his eyes were a dark, dangerous, sexy, blue. One could almost have described them as 'orbs.'
He was covered in tattoos, probably did street fighting, and was definitely the leader of a super dangerous gang. He smirked at me, that bad boy stupid smirk that every single bad boy does for some reason.
"What's the problem, buttcheeks?" he said huskily. Husky equals sexy, boys.
He had such a cute nickname for me. I mean, I totally hate him because he's an asshole, but it is a cute nickname.
"Nothing," I said shyly, because I'm really shy. Oh, and I'm an assassin, just in case you forgot the epic ending of the first chapter.
He shrugged and walked away.
What the hell was that? I ran all the way to school, horror making my brain numb.
I think I'm in love with Archer McHottie.
Authors Note: Yep. She's already in love. Hope you're enjoying so far! Please drop a vote or comment if you are. :-)
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