Chapter 3
BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-
The annoying sound was cut off when I threw the alarm clock across the room and it smashed against the wall.
Well. Looks like I have to get another one of those.
I groaned and rolled out of my bed. I walked over to my closet and picked out black skinnies, a dark red tank top, knee high biker boots, and a black leather jacket that stops a little below my boobs.
Going into the bathroom I showered really fast and got changed into my outfit. I blow-dried my hair and straightened it. I finished off with dark black eyeliner all around my eye and mascara.
I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed an apple and ate it real fast.
Walking out the door I grabbed my batman backpack. I hopped on my bike and slid my helmet over my head. I kicked the kickstand and revved the engine.
I pulled up to the school and parked my bike. People where already starring at me as soon as my loud bike came into the parking lot.
I flicked the kickstand down and took off my helmet. I shook my long dark red hair out and smoothed it down.
As I got off my bike boys started to whistle at me and the girls started to glare.
I did my usual sassy walk into the school like I owned it.
"Hi my name is Ro- I mean Abigail Douglas. I'm new." I told the lady at the front dest.
"Ah yes. Here's your times table. Annabelle! Can you come show Abigail here to her first class?" The lady said to a girl sitting in the office.
"Course!" Annabelle said with a happy smile. I just looked at her with a blank face.
Being an assassin I don't have many emotions. They show weakness. The boss shows emotions but he's not the killer here. I do it for him.
I followed the Annabelle girl out of the office and down the hall.
"So, what brings you to a shit hole of a town like this?" She asked.
"Umm," I said trying to remember my cover story "oh! I mean.. I lived in New York and my parents thought I could get away from the city for a while. So they sent me here to live with my aunt for a year." I said glad I remembered.
"Oh that's cool. I lived here all my life.
Just then as we where walking I bumped into a wall. Wait.... Since when are walls warm... And muscular....
Oh. That is a man.
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Roses Are Red
WerewolfRose Conner hasn't had a picture perfect life. Her father was an assassin along with her mother. When she was five she watched her parents be slaughtered and was then kidnapped by the very people that killed them. The group raised her to be a stone...
