HITMAN {on hold}

Five

It was 7:45 in the morning and Zaysha was not ready for classes. Her first eight am class of the year was ASL and Deaf Culture, a class that she was looking forward to. The campus felt sleepy as she plodded across the grass, the feeling of a well loved summer hung in the air, not yet ready to let go.

Zaysha smiled, breathing in the fresh morning air, birds chirping in the trees around her. Autumn in New England was her favorite time of year. It reminded her of blankets and cocoa, flannels and sweaters, and tea. God, tea was the best.

She arrived at her class ten minutes early, so she found an amply seat by the window and opened her sketchbook. Her hand danced across the pages, drawing the face that often haunted her. He was a young boy, no older than thirteen, wide eyed and scrawny. Zaysha knew every line of his face, the pale blue of his eyes. She knew the way his nose bent ever so slightly to the left, and the freckles that dotted his cheeks. But sharpest in her memory was the dagger lodged in his throat, piercing his airways, ending his life. She drew every line and curve of the memory forever carved into her brain.

"Wow that's really cool! You're really talented," Spoke a cheery voice beside Zaysha, shaking her from her memories.

"Oh, thanks..." Zaysha replied, taking a look at the girl. Her brown hair turned red as it reached her collar bone in natural waves. Her eyes were a mixture of green and gray, friendly but fierce.

"Im Camden. You can call me Cammie." The girl – Camden – smiled, extending her hand. Zaysha took her hand, shaking it.

"Zaysha." She answered in response.

"Who is that?" Camden asked, pointing at the drawing Zaysha had previously been working on.

"The first person I killed" Thought Zaysha, but she knew that probably wasn't the best conversation starter. "It's My brother," She replied, deciding to be honest.

"Oh. Wow. Im sorry, I shouldn't have asked..." Camden apologized,  obviously uncomfortable. "So, uh, why are you interested in ASL? Or should I not ask..." She questioned.

"Just seems interesting. I like learning languages." Zaysha replied, trying to be open to conversation. "What brings you here?"

"My sister is hard of hearing. For most of her life she could understand us with her hearing aids, but its gotten worse so I decided to learn ASL so she doesn't have to rely on reading lips."

"Oh, thats really good of you to help her in that way."

Before Camden could respond, the teacher began his presentation. Two hours later class was released, and Camden invited Zaysha for lunch. The girl seemed persistant on becoming Zaysha's friend. Zaysha had never really had friends, but maybe it was about time.

A/N: sorry I put of updating for sooo long! Ive been in a bit of a writing rut. I never proof read this, so patience with spelling and errors. I will eventually go through and edit, this is just my brain barf.
Thanks for reading!

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