Class SSS

Alleyna Molinari

     "Some people believe they have a sole purpose in life, and some spend many years trying to figure out just what that is, or what it means. For me however...my purpose was decided as soon as I was born,to be a ruthless assassin. My mother died shortly after my birth. Her last words were, "My beautiful girl, my beautiful Alleyna.". My father would always tell me how amazing she was, she was a very diligent woman, smart, both book and street. He believes that her soul lives within me or something like that. It would explain why he used to spoil me, but not anymore ever since I started hesitating k-".
    *THUMP* someone falls in front of me as I'm writing in my journal in the hallway, other kids start snickering at the sight. I help the kid up and we hold eye contact. Marcell Krister , 17 years old, junior year. I would say his grades are pretty average. I scoff, "ugh enough of this" I quickly help him pick up his things and start to walk away when I'm grabbed by the shoulder. Rule number one...NEVER grab an assassin by the shoulder. Naturally, I flipped him over my shoulder and pressed my security blade against his neck,a spot of blood starts to emerge from his neck so I quickly draw away the blade...Honestly thought nothing of it, I did it subconsciously. People start whispering around me, I take a deep breath to slow down my heart rate, calm down Alleyna. I say to myself as I once again attempt to leave the heated area.
       I make my way up to the school roof and sit on the edge, this doesn't scare me, for some people, being inches away from death is terrifying or nerve racking but not for me, I've been in worse situations and honestly if I had one way to go I'd rather it be from jumping off a building. I think about it all the time,killing myself, I've become numb over the past 16 years..*Isabella Carson please report to the principles office* that's my fake name sometimes I forget ,I sigh and look up into the sky,a cool breeze passes by and I feel my hair tickle my face, it gives me goosebumps. Guess I should go huh..my phone starts ringing in my skirt pocket. Dad appears across my phone, I roll my eyes and throw it off the building and the school bell rings telling the other students the days over.
       I make my way down to the office. Two police officers are there..the principal looks at me"Isabella , a student has informed me about the incident in the hallway. Why on earth do you have a knife in the school?" Mrs.Taylor, 43 years old, bachelors,masters, and PhD in education,has a husband and two children,the "perfect" family. My principal knows the answer very well. My father owns the school and pays her extra for keeping quiet. I sigh then look at her and smirk, "You know,father will be upset when he finds out you called the police  ma'am.".The officer on the right glares at me "Listen you little brat don't threaten this woman!" Officer on the left "Yes or there will be major consequences!". Officer Thomson (right) and officer Jacobs(left) neither married, however Jacobs has a girlfriend. Neither have kids. Amateur officers.I roll my eyes "Oh no officers, I was making a statement.". The office phone starts ringing and I already know it's my father, besides him owning the school he literally has eyes everywhere. The principle picks up the phone,"Hello?....Ahhh Mr.Carson what a surprise......yea no no there's no problem here sir.....yes yes I will ask the police to leave.". She motions towards the door, the policemen scoff and I just smile at them"Nice meeting you" I say.The principal hangs up the phone and glares at me "You're lucky your father called or else you'd be-". Rule number two, never threaten an assassin. My gaze shoots up at her,"Or else I what Mrs.Taylor?" I slowly make my way towards her desk dragging my hand against the wall till I'm behind her. She releases a sharp breath as I wrap my arm around her neck." Hmm? Oh please tell me you weren't gonna tell the police who I am Mrs, you know that wouldn't have ended well.. I could've easily taken down two amateur officers and you'd be saved for last." I trace my finger up and down her face and tighten my grip, I whisper," but of course I would've had to kill your family first...right in front of you." I look at her sons picture on her desk "starting with little Timmy right there." A tear starts rolling down her face. I giggle and let go of my grip, she's starts panicking and grabs her inhaler rushing her breaths. "Careful Mrs.Taylor, slow and deep breaths okay?".
      I leave out her office and see my father standing there. I can tell by his face he's agitated, a fist starts to form. I reassure him"it's okay father I handled it." I smile up at him and he just rolls his eyes"No you didn't, never mind that we have to get home...now." I look at him conflicted,"Why? What's the rush today? Another hit?."we make our way out the school "No." He says sternly "today's you're birthday correct? Today's the day." I turn around and look at him slowly backing up,"W-what do you mean today's the day..I don't wanna go I can't not yet...I- I need more time" my father looks down and closes his eyes"You've had enough time Alleyna." A bag is thrown over my head and I get knocked down to my knees "N-no please father I can make it up to you I promise. I won't hesitate anymore, I swear I-.". I know better not to struggle and fight back but I can at least beg. "Dad please I don't..." tears start falling from my face" I don't wan-" *BOOM*....You remember when I said I was numb?...yea I lied. Im f**king terrified.
...Rule number three...never hesitate to kill....                             -end-