"You know Andi, I don't miss you when you're away at your stupid school," says Oliver, my little brother, oblivious to the fact that I am restraining myself from killing him with the soda can that he's holding. All my family is. Well except my dad. I'm not allowed to talk about the fact that my school is training me to be an assassin.
My dad is the only reason I even go to this school. My father was an assassin, the best in the world, and he wanted his kids to be as great as him. He was killed on a mission when I was in seventh grade so he didn't have a chance to sign Oliver up for the school that he went to. My mom doesn't know this about my dad, he didn't want her to think less of him because he killed people, but he wanted his kids to be able to carry on his legacy.
I take a few calming breaths, pushed all the bad thoughts out of my head, and counted to ten to control my anger. The therapist at my school, Mrs. Goodsome, told me to do that whenever I think I was going to lash out. I've been forced to go to her every Wednesday from 5-7:30 since the seventh grade, when I dropped-kicked this girl for calling my friend, Carolina, fat even though she knew that Carolina had been struggling with her weight. Even thinking about it now it gets me all worked up, and it's been years since that happened.
"Now Oliver," my mom says, tearing me from my thoughts, "you know that's not true, be nice."
"No mom, it's fine I get it and to be honest I don't really care anymore," I say with a blank expression. Assassins must be good at hiding their emotions and believe me, I am. The only people that are able to see through me are Carolina Garret and Harriet Parin. My two gorgeous and amazingly amazing best friends.
Carolina and I met in sixth grade because of our love of books and the fact that we both got detention for mouthing off on the second day. Neither of us have gotten in trouble since though because it was really strange to say the least (except for The Incident but that doesn't really count.).
Carolina has fiery red hair, bright blue green eyes, and freckles all across her face. Her body is amazing, though she doesn't think so. And she's all most as difficult as me. Almost. But if you get her mad enough she won't stop until she speaks her mind. Unless I'm there to calm her down of course. We're the only ones that can do that for each other. Harriet can on occasion but it's rare.
Harriet joined us a little late in the game. Her parents didn't want to send her to a boarding school but she begged and begged until she got it. She came to SAG in the middle of seventh grade and was able to catch up to the three languages, advanced calculus, AP chemistry, and Russian history classes that we took almost immediately. She is insanely smart. Harriet is the one that helps Carolina and I with our homework. On her first day in her first class the teacher made the decision to place Harriet right in between me and Carolina. We had been especially talkative that day and Professor Angels thought sweet looking Harriet might shut us up.
Well, she shouldn't have made any assumptions because Harriet was anything but sweet. She looks it with her dark brown hair that reaches the top of her butt, pale skin, and big brown eyes, but she has got a fire to her that is hard to control.Text Message From "I'm better than you both"
Harri: GUYS I HAVE BIG BIG NEWS GET TO SCHOOL AS FAST AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN😆😆
Lina: jeez calm down I'll be there in five mins
Harri: AND YOU ANDI????????
Me: I haven't even left yet my annoying ass brother is being difficult so it'll be like an hour and a half 😒
Harri: UGHHH JUST HURRY PLEASE IM GONNA EXPLODE IF I DONT TELL YOU GUYS BUT I HAVE TO TELL YOU AT THE SAME TIME AAAAAHHHHH
Roll my eyes but smile nonetheless. My friends could be so dramatic sometimes. "Mom, can we leave please I want to get baaaaaaaack," I say stretching the "a" to prove my point.
"Fine, fine you impatient child the car is all pack so I guess we could leave," my mom says teasing. I jump up from the couch and run to the car. I see mom walk out of the house laughing at my eagerness.
"Alright girlie let's get this show in the road," mom says starting the car. I roll my eyes and put my earbuds in. Blasting 5 Seconds of Summer in my ears as I drift in to a soft sleep."Andi wake up, we're gonna be there in five minutes," mom whispers successfully waking me up. I'm still a little groggybuntil I suddenly realize what she said. I frantically start squealing and jumping up and down in my seat, taking in the thick forest around me and finally feeling at home again.
"I don't understand why your school needs to be in the middle of the words," mom mumbles to herself shaking her head. I know that the school needed to be hidden because we couldn't have anyone seeing what we do. Sometimes we have trainings sessions on the lawn if it's nice enough and it's to big of a risk to do it where people could see. Luckily, the teachers thought that parents might get curious about this so they taught us a cover story on our first day.
"The founders wanted the students to have a nice, refined school environment free of distractions, so they built the school in the middle of the woods so that we couldn't sneak out or whatever," I say in the same monotone voice that I use every year when mom complains about the drive. It isn't exactly a lie, more like leaving out some details, really the founders just wanted us to be able to train without disruptions. I can see her roll her eyes out of the corner of my eye, obviously not believing the story but dropping the topic all the same.
Soon I see the castle that is my school come into view, and I can't contain my excitement.
After we're parked and all my stuff is in the room I share with Harri and Lina and my mom and I share a quick hug and kiss. Seconds after she pulls away and I am starting to wonder where my best friends are I am on the ground with two assassins-in-training sitting on top of me.
"Okay, okay what is it?" I manage to choke out, laughing.
Harri is barley able to hold herself together when she squeals, "Jackson and I are dating!"
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AdventureI've been going to SAG since the sixth grade. Everyone thinks that we're really preppy, snobby, rich girls, but we're so much more. We're highly trained assassins. I'm in ninth grade now and proud to say top of my class. It's time for my first real...