Chapter 1
"Welcome to the Dalton Academy for Young Assassins, or DAYA, for short! Please state your name, your specialty, and what country you represent."
Mr. Rei points at a tall, dark-haired, Asian boy.
"My name is Makoto Uzumaki. My SP is poisoning. I proudly represent Japan!"
"Very well...Makoto, was it? I appreciate your enthusiasm," our teacher said, a hint of a smile on his face.
Everyone stated their information, until it was the girl in front of me's turn.
"My name's Marzia Salvatore. My specialty is hand-to-hand combat. I represent Italy," she said, with the same smirk I wore so often. I knew I would get along with this girl.
"You? Hand-to-hand? You've got to be kidding, you're a girl!" a blond boy with a thick German accent said.
"I'd advise you to stop talking that way, if you don't want you neck snapped in half," she said, not an ounce of mercy in her voice. The boy mumbled something, then quieted.
"Marzia, I like the fire in your eyes, let's see if we can keep it that way," Mr. Rei said. Finally, they got to me, the last person on the last row.
"My name is Aza Woolf. I'm a sniper, from the United States," I said.
"Good. Now class turn to pa-" our proffesor tried to say, but was cut off by the bell.
"Well, then, class dismissed!"
As soon as I heard that, I ran out of the room, and headed for the roof.
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Assassin Academy
Teen FictionAt the Dalton Academy for Young Assassins, teens from around the world are sent to learn how to kill in the deadliest ways. The students will do anything to rank as the No. 1 Assassin in the world. Amidst romance, death threats, and classes, will Az...
