Secrets

Chapter 4

I approach what seems to be my classroom. Room 1017—Human Anatomy with Professor Jones. Before I am able to open the door to my class, the late bell echoes through the hall. I open the door and peer inside. There stands a short and stout man. He glares at me and speaks,
"You're late...are you even in my class?"
"Uh...I just transferred here from...uh far away."
"Oh well in that case, name please?"
Shoot I forgot my alias, I have to give this guy an answer before he gets suspicious.
"Uh it's...Sara."
Sara was my mother's name. If I have to make up an alias it might as well be a name that means something to me.
"Last name too."
"Green. My name is Sara Green."
"Ah very well Sara. You're seat is next to Mr. Waters."
I turn to see eyes I know all to well. My target—Kai Waters.
We're only ten minutes into class and I'm bored. All Professor Jones is talking about is what to do during a fire, which we've all learned from the time we were children. Although I bet I'm the only one in this room who would face a fire head on. I decide to devise a plan on how to terminate my target. Sitting next to him in class may be aggravating but, it'll give me a better chance to take him out. Maybe I could poison his food or something like that. Suddenly I remembered something from my mission report, I am not to terminate but to kidnap him and receive intel. A pit of sadness forms in my chest, I really wanted to get rid of this annoying snob. I go through the rest of class brainstorming of ideas of how to kidnap him without anyone noticing.
A bell echoes throughout the school. Finally the day is over. As I attempt to exit this dreadful place, I am stopped by a short individual that smells of cherries.
"Hi, I'm Carrie. I heard you just moved to Star City. You must not have many friends here yet. I'd love to be your first friend. I like to..."
Man, this girl can talk. I'm not really good at making friends. In fact, I'm not really good at trusting people at all. Everybody that I've ever let in betrayed me in some way. But, I guess making friends could help my alias.
"I'll be your friend."
"Wait, what did you say?"
"I said I'll be your friend."
"Really! This great! I don't have many friends. Actually I don't really have friends at all. I don't know why, my mom says I'm a delight..."
God this girl is giving me a headache. I need a drink.
"Let's go to the club tonight."
"Yeah that'll be awesome. Then we can really bond."
"Okay I'll see you later."
I try and walk away from there as fast as I can. I'm not really a fan of clubs, but they're always a good scene to carry out my tasks and get into trouble. I love trouble.