Assassin

Assassin - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Alice’s P.O.V.:

After lunch we had double PE. Since this school is an athletics school we have most periods that are PE. Every Monday last two periods, every Wednesday third period and every Friday last period is PE. Ugh! It’s always so tiring but keeps me fit and healthy like an assassin should be.

I got changed in one of the separate changing stalls like usual. I walked out to see the other girls changing, a sight I didn’t want to see. A girl came up to me; she had bright red LIPSTICK that hurts the eye but a friendly smile. She wasn’t one of those to name call or judge others.

“What’s that black thing you got on your neck?” she asked curiously looking up at me. My eyes widened the slightest fraction but it didn’t show.

“Um, nothing.” I said, trying to muster a timid voice.

I covered my left side and rushed into the bathroom. Slowly I peeled my hand away to see what the girl was talking about. Some of the black of the tattoo was visible but luckily not enough to distinguish what it is. It must have worn off when I was changing.

“Does anyone have a CONCEALER or foundation?” I called out.

“Yeah, I do, but what do you need it for, freak?” A girl called out. I think her name was bitchy.

“I need it to conceal something. Isn’t that what it’s used for?” I replied annoyed.

“Using CONCEALER won’t hide your ugly face from us.” She snickered, her friends laughing too.

I sighed and walked up to the girl who first spoke to me. I held my hand out and wiggled my fingers. She pulled some foundation out and placed it in my hand.

“Thank you.” I said in a monotone voice. I applied it on my neck making sure nothing was showing.

After that coach called us out. We had a FEMALE coach that makes us work so much that we feel pain in the core of our bones. For the first period of PE we were running laps nonstop and for the second we were playing basketball in the sports hall. The sports hall is the biggest room in the school, it is so massive. The girls were sharing one half while the boys were playing football in the other half. All of this is no sweat to me unlike other people.

One of the girls on my team tosses the ball to a blonde but a black haired girl on the opposite team whacks it away before it reaches her. The ball flies over to the other side of the court and slowly rolls to the half where the boys were. Since I was the closest I chased after it.

The basketball rolled to a stop beside someone’s shoes so I bent down to pick it up without looking at who it was. Just as my fingertips touched it the shoe pulled it out of my reach. Annoyed I looked up to see Blonde picking it up.

“The ball.” I said in a monotone, holding my hands out. He shook his head so I lunged for the ball that was in his bandaged hands. He laughed in amusement when I didn’t knock it off. So he wants to play it this way, huh? Well then I shall play too.

I lunged again but he tossed it to his other hand when I went after that hand he tossed it back. He kept tossing around, moving backwards or side wards or holding it out of my reach. This was starting to get annoying.

“Hurry up and get the ball, freak!” a girl shouted out. I turned to give her a glare then one to Blonde.

Exhaling I jumped for the ball – again – that was balanced on his left hand. Like usual he tossed it in the air for it to fall in the other.