Assassino

Capitolo I

Chapter I

"Come on honey wake up for school you're going to be late!" My mom shouted, walking up the stairs.

"Just a minute Mom, just a few... a few more minutes?" I groaned, obviously displeased.

"Come on honey, you said this three times. It's time to wake up." She opened my door and smiled at me, "You're going to have fun, the best times are at the beginning." I rolled over and looked at her, giving her one of my best puppy-dog faces ever. "No." She said, and then closed my door and walked away.

I guess if I'm going to do this, I need to at least look good.

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When I had finished getting ready, I pulled my hair into a tight pony-tail, and I glanced in the mirror. I kept repeating to myself, today is going to be great. You just need to focus.

Turning away, I grabbed my keys and headed to the door. I took one more glance in the mirror, taking in my features. My long blonde hair trailed down to my lower waist, and slight waves made the natural highlights sheen. My high cheekbones and straight nose bridge accented my big eyes and made me look more innocent. I sighed and walked out, closing my door behind me.

When I walked into the kitchen, my mom looked up from making breakfast and her mouth dropped open. I gave her a weird look.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, unplugging my phone from the charger and stuffing it into my backpack.

"You're just so beautiful, sweetie." She said, sweetly smiling at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Really. Don't call me 'sweetie'." My voice sounded a bit more harsh than I'd planned. "I need to go."

"Not without breakfast, you're not." She said sternly. "You need a full belly to perform your best."

"Okay, okay." I grabbed an apple and an oatmeal bar, cringing as mom glared at me from across the room.

"Why don't you like bacon? It's an American favourite! Sometimes I just don't understand you." She complained.

"Well, last I checked, bacon isn't exactly best for ones arteries. Now if you'll excuse me, I must head out." I pulled my backpack around my shoulders and jingled my keys. "I mustn't be late now."

"Fine. Go ahead. It's not like I gave you life..." I heard her continue to complain as I headed out the door. I started to mumble to myself.

"Now... what am I going to drive?" I flipped on the light and rows of shiny new cars gleamed before me. Stepping forward, I walked past several million-dollar cars before I came upon my favourite. My little Mercedes-Benz SL600. I opened the door and sat down, pulling the fob from the cup-holder. I put the key in, started it, and the garage door automatically opened. I put the car in reverse and slowly pulled out. The hot Californian sun shone down and a smile broke apart my lips. I love this car.