Chapter 3

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Since I talked back to the Commander I am forced to walk twenty five miles to get to school. School starts in an hour. I guess I better start running.
I reach the campus, trying my hardest not to collapse. I must reflect that I am calm and not about to die. As I walk to the front door of the school, I see high school kids spread among the campus. All of their eyes set on me. I realize the color of my hair is most likely not helping. My Commander told me that it would help if we dyed my hair, but I couldn't let them touch my hair. All I have left of my mother is her fire red hair. I walk through the crowd of smelly teenagers with my head held high. Just keep walking, I told myself. That was until a tall figure approached me. His skin was a beautiful shade of honey and caramel. His hair was messily spiked and the color of the sun. He was lean and muscular although his eyes were the most distinct about him, they were a deep shade of brown, almost black. Those dark eyes just stared at me, a stare that shook me to my core, but yet I didn't back away. After what seemed like hours he finally spoke,
"You look lost."
"Yeah, I guess I kinda am," I said blushing. Why am I blushing. I am a cold merciless  assassin. Regaining my composure I spoke,
"I just moved here from...far away. I would appreciate it if you could assist me in finding my classes." He raised his eyebrow and studied me. It was almost as if he was judging me.
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen."
"What?"
"I said I'm not gonna help you princess."
"Don't call me princess." He rolled his eyes at me and walked away. Man, that guy was a jerk. I hope I never and just for a second I remembered something. My targets name is Kai Waters. A picture of Kai from my debriefing appears in my head. The man I had just spoken to, was Kai. I just blushed in front of the enemy. What kind of pansy assassin am I?

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