Assassin Academy

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I've packed my luggage. Boy, am I gonna miss Miami.

My family too, my father, David, is barely at home because he always gets assigned to so many missions, and my mother was one of the best Assassins in the whole country... Until someone shot her in both of her knees with a Rifle.

Ever since she's been traumatized, the sounds of banging doors and knocking make her go crazy.

The shooter got the death sentence but it still doesn't change what happend to my mother.

She has a prothstetic leg now. But she is much more sour. Almost like she never wants to be in my presence, but, I've gotten used to it over the years.

You must not pity me, for those pity me don't get anything out of it. It's plainly just a waist of your time to feel sorry for someone else.

You might call me a bitch but, hey, I guess I could also say that I'm used to that too.

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