S.O.T.A (The Society Of Teenage Assassins)

Chapter Three- Bacon, Eggs, And New Assignments

"Good morning. I see you are still alive." Gran's wrinkles deepen as she glares at Gramps, giving her the appearance or a rather displeased prune.

"You ugly old bat." Gramps replies, smacking his lips. I wander over to the refrigerator to take out the orange juice, their bickering carrying on behind me.

"You always argue with everything I say, you know."

"No I don't."

"You just proved my point."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't."

"Yes-" I cut them off before it becomes a full scale argument.

"Morning Gran. Morning Gramps."

Gran's eyes crinkle. "Why hello dear. I didn't see you there, sweetie." Her croaky voice croons sweetly.

"You did too. But you were too busy arguing about whether you were arguing to say hello like a civilized person." I say gently but firmly.

"I suppose that was what we were doing. But I was right." Gramps says, provoking an evil look from Gran.

"Quiet, you old coot! Your brains are addled. It was clear I was correct." She hisses.

"No you weren't."

"Yes I was!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah huh!"

"SHH! Please, you're acting like children." I say, banging the orange juice down on the table and grinning. "Orange juice, anyone?" They hold their cups out, and I tip some in as the phone rings loudly. 

"I'll get it!" Gramps says as he scoots his chair back quickly, causing the orange juice to bear a strong resemblance to Niagara Falls.

"No, I'll get it! You got it last time!" Gran and Gramps struggle over the phone, until Gramps wrenches it to his ear. 

"Hello?" He says, albeit a bit breathlessly as he walks into the other room. Gran looks as if she should have a comical thought balloon filled with skulls and crossbones. 

"Stupid man. Why do we put up with him again?" Gran gives me the stink-eye, as if I had been the one to marry him.

"He's your husband! You tell me. And besides, I'd never let you kill him." I take a washcloth and wipe up Gramp's little waterfall. I hear murmuring from the other room, then Gramps comes back in.

"Short call! Who was it? I say, wringing out my washcloth.

"S.O.T.A. They have a job, and they wnat you to do it." He sits down in his chair with a squeak.

I nearly drop my cloth into the trash bin. "They-what? Really? Oh, um, uh..." I clamp my mouth shut. My hand shakes as I set the washcloth into the cabinet. "Great. Uh, great!" I say, turning away, my mind racing. What am I going to do? I really have to kill someone? I can't do this. 

"The details are on this paper." He hands me a sheet of paper, scribbled all over in his slanting hand. "The deadline is in two weeks." I shudder at the word 'deadline'. That would literally be some poor person's 'dead'line. Their family and friends would be devastated, pets stranded... Wow.

"Thank you Gramps." I say, tucking the paper into my pocket.

"Now, I know you don't think you are ready for this. But you have to be able to turn your emotions off." He leans back in his chair and tips it on two legs.

"I'll try. I'm going up to my room to, um, study. See ya!" I walk quickly towards the door. 

"I need to go out to the garden. My chili peppers might be ready." As Gran passes Gramps chair, she tips it over. Theres a crash, some swearing, and a cackling sound as I ascend the stairs to my room. What the heck am I going to do?! I lay back on my bed and stare at my white ceiling.

I'm never gonna make it out of this.

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