Cleo's POV
'Cleo, wake up. It's exactly 3:45 am. Your training starts at 4:15 am. You have exactly 30 minutes to get rea...'
"Shut up." I grumbled into my pillow, annoyed at been woken up.
'Of course'
That was my alarm. What can I say, technology is amazing nowadays. It's better than those ones that screech like banshees. I got out of bed, grabbing my training clothes and my towel and strutted over to the bathroom. After a refreshing shower I went to the training room and got on the treadmill.
Warming up for 20 minutes on the treadmill, I increased the speed until I was panting for breath. That's my cue to move on. I did another 40 minutes on the treadmill to cool down and then moved onto the punching bags. I practiced my kicks first, the sound of my bare legs hitting the leather echoing through the empty house. I threw my punches, breathing hard, adrenaline pumping through my veins till I heard my own heart pound in my ears and stopped for a minute. "Tell me the time." I commanded.
'It's 5.15 am.'
"Set the alarm for 6.00 am" I commanded again.
'Alarm set for 6.00 am, 45 minutes from now.'
The SAC provided me with the latest technology and a pretty decent house. My house was three storeys high. The ground floor has a huge living room, the kitchen, dining room, guest room with an attached bathroom and the garage with my secret weapon room. The second floor had my bedroom with attached bathroom, another guestroom, the gaming room and an indoor training room with a gym and everything. The third floor was an open area with an indoor pool with a stereo. I guess I had everything, considering I was the best assassin in the SAC, hell I was the most feared in Asia. Giving myself a light chuckle I moved onto the shooting area. It was specially designed so I could practice my shooting with different weapons and different targets. After 20 minutes of shooting I moved onto the weights. I warmed up with 30 kg then increased it to 65kg.
'The time is 6.00 am. I repeat, the time is 6.00 am.'
"Thank you." I said, and went back to my room to get another wash before school starts. The SAC wants us teenage assassins to have a somewhat normal life. Therefore, I'm forced to endure snotty brats for 6 hours 5 days a week. Thankfully, this year's my last and then I'll be going to University.
After my shower I chose a pair of skinny jeans and a black V-neck top. I didn't like to put makeup so I just applied my chocolate lip balm. I grabbed my school bag and making sure I had my phone I went downstairs to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and took out a carton of milk and my cornflakes and made myself some breakfast. I grabbed my leather jacket and went to my garage and got in my car. I pressed a button on the steering wheel and the gate opened. I pumped up my music to the maximum volume as I drove off to school.
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The Dragon Queen: Truth Unknown
Teen FictionCleo Arcangela Heath was a normal 16 year old, with a normal loving family and normal friends. Note how everything's in the past tense. After the murder of her family, a drastic changed happened to Cleo. She joined the SAC, the Supernatural Assass...
