The Bad Boy Is An Assassin #Wattys2014

Chapter 2: Dear Diary,

Authors Note - Hi, second part I'm sorry if it's a bit boring but it is gonna get better I promise the next part will be about how she became Alex Storm from Kelsey Jones but after that I'm going to introduce the assassin and another character so things will start heating up. COMMENTS AND VOTES are appreciated :D.

Picture on the right or at top (depending on how your reading this) is of Lacey Reed A.K.A Barbara Palvin.

x Love LAS x

Alex Storm

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 

"Arghhh..."  I groan. My hand searches blindly for the snooze button on my alarm clock as I snuggle deeper into my pillow. BEEP! BEEP! BEE- Finally my hand wacks the snooze button and my bedroom falls back into sweet, sweet silence. 

I sigh then roll out of bed and onto my feet in one graceful movment and grab my toiletries and towel along with a set of clothes for the day the digital numbers on my alarm clock informing me that it's 6am.

I pad down the narrow hallway my feet sinking into the faded scratchy grey carpet and past the off white walls into the bathroom.

My birthmark starts to itch as I dry myself of I look at my hand and see that it's more of a scar now because of what happened... Shaking my head I murmur to myself as I ignore the the itchy burning sensation in my hand.

"Snap out of it Storm"

After I finish in the bathroom I towel dry my dark hair before brushing it then leaving it to hang around my shoulders to air dry. 

I leave the bathroom and drop everything back off in my room hanging my towel on my wooden desk chair thats tucked under my desk. My bedroom consists of a bed, a desk, a chair and a wardrobe because my room is quite small and I don't need much else. I glance at my alarm clock and see that it's 6:26am so I start my way downstairs to make breakfast for my foster mum and foster brother.

Yeah I'm an orphan but it's not that bad I have a roof over my head a bed to sleep in and my foster mum leaves me alone as long as I contribute in the house. So I cook. 

I grab the ingrediants and get to making a full cooked breakfast for two because my foster brother is only 3. My foster mum Marie Chase works at the hospital so she has to be up early so shes can be home later and look after sammy her son my foster brother. 

6:45am. I run upstairs

Marie has frizzy shoulder length ginger hair that she always has tied up and green eyes set on a young face marred by stress and lack of sleep that always has a smile on it.

"Marie!" I yell as I pound her bedroom door.

"I'm up." she snaps. I just slowly back away from the door like it's a wild animal. More like a cage to  wild animal. I smirk and shake my head as I go eat my breakfast before washing up then retreating to my bedroom to avoid Marie.

We don't hate each other or anything it's just that she's made it clear that she's only fostering me for the money so that she can afford to raise Sammy. I get this because hey what's more important than family... (sigh) 

At 7:28 I check myself in the mirror before I leave for school. My thick, long, dark brown hair is falling in straight layers down to the middle of my back. I have no make up on because it looks like it's gonna rain and I don't really bother with it for school unless it's for a party or going out. My lips are naturally pink and full against my pale complextion but my eyes stop me in my tracks as usual because they have a haunted look in them along with a spark which says I know something you don't. They are a light greeny blue with specs of grey and a cold hard edge that keeps a barrier between myself and the outside world.