The scars I was addicted to

"Nice to meet you"

My name is Lucy.
My surname is unimportant.
Everyone calls me Snipe.
I am 16 years old and have a sniper education.
It's my life.
It's my determination.
Ordinary jobs?
My dad didn't allow me to think about that.
Family business, that was important.
After a while I permitted myself to accept it.
And with the permission came the passion.
I love the rutine.
It's easy and brings a lot of money.
More to that later.

My dad was the head of our group.
He lead us.
The youths including we were 6 persons.
My dad, two other men and two younger guys.
Yes, I was the only girl.
The only woman in this so called business.
My mom died some years ago.
I couldn't even remember her.
My dad used to say this about me: "She's exactly as stubborn as her mother!"
So I bet she fitted to my dad.
He needed someone who pushed him.
So I guess I took her place.

The reason for her death?
I don't know.
Noone ever told me what happened.

He first didn't want to add me to his working team.
"No women's work."
He said.

I didn't let go of this theme.
I wasn't allowed to visit school.
I got home schooled.
That somewhen got on my nerves.
Once I observed him at work.
I nearly felt his heart beating harder and the adrenaline in his veines.
Anyway.
After a while I proved my father that I was good enough.
And he allowed it.

I soon got my first assignment.
And this was how my new, dangerous life started.

Family business?

No.

My business.