𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⌁ 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝟐]

XI. A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE EX-ASSASSIN

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warning: this chapter will include a flashback that contains physical abuse. if that is not something you are comfortable with reading, please skip the flashback. if you choose not to read it, don't worry, it's not gonna have an effect on your understanding of the story.

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THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
MAY 2, 2016

          The fifteen year old Avenger slept quietly on her bed, under a stack of four blankets. Outside her windows was a dark blue sky, it would be another thirty minutes until the sun started to rise. Two gentle knocks sounded from her door before it slowly opened.

          "Sarah, time to wake up." Her father whispered. The daughter let out a tired groan and pulled a blanket over her head. "Come on, Sport. It's Monday." Steve urged, reminding her of their weekly schedule.

          "It's 5:30." Sarah whined, which was muffled from her face being buried into her blanket.

          "Good, you can read the time. Now wake up." Steve repeated as he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed.

          "You had seventy years to sleep. I only had sixty." Sarah tiredly retorted, which made Steve softly chuckle.

          "Doll, seriously, get up." Steve directed with a gentle smile before Sarah turned her body away from him. "Sarah, come on." Steve insisted once more, but was ignored by his daughter again. He let out a sigh through his nose and changed to a more serious demeanor. "Sarah Carter-Rogers, out of bed or I'm calling Nat over."

          "Okay, okay. I'm up." Sarah sighed and quickly sat up from her bed. "I'm up." She lazily ran her hand through her frizzy hair.

          "Gym in thirty minutes." Steve smiled before standing up straight to walk away from the door, leaving her bedroom.

          "Yeah, whatever." Sarah groaned and she rubbed her eyes. With the very little energy she had, Sarah changed into black leggings and a t-shirt under an athletic jacket before making her way to the gym.

SARAH'S POINT OF VIEW
TIME: 8:30

I sent a punch at Dad, who blocked it with his forearm. I instantly used my other hand to send another punch, causing Dad to duck. I continued throwing jabs that Dad dodged and blocked as he paced backwards. Spinning my body and raising my leg, I sent a roundhouse kick. Dad leaned back a bit to avoid my strike. I immediately sent a back fist, but Dad caught my wrist with his left hand before it could hit him.