(Rewritten) I've been attending Lake Chastity school since I was ten. I've heard that Mr. Cason, the man who runs the school, brings in children with sketchy pasts. My parents died when I was five, and I'd been shuffled around so many times I'd lost count, until 'the incident' happened. That was when Mr. Cason's right hand lady found me and brought me to a school that claimed to be for troubled kids. Only those on the inside know what the school really teaches its students. It trains us to become the perfect assassins... but first, we need to pass all our regular classes. Once we graduate, we're put on teams to learn how to work together. Being a lone assassin can be difficult, so we're supposed to learn to trust our teammates and learn how to combine our strengths to virtually eliminate our weaknesses. In the six years since I've been here, I've made one friend, and we've only been friends for a few weeks. I'm surprised he still hangs out with me, now that he's seen that I'm a total klutz when I get nervous. I'm afraid of what will happen once we're split into teams. We're required to spend our first week together by testing our skills. How am I going to be able to pass the test of trust, when I don't even trust myself? © 2015 Ladybugtastic All Rights Reserved

All I wanted was ice cream. I didn't mean for this to happen, and don't want to be mistaken for a gold digger. I mean I don't mind it happening, but I am not, and will never be one of those stuck up, rude girls who..... well not all princess are rude.... Okay let's just start at the beginning. Maya Watson is just a regular, moody, high school girl. On a quest for ice cream she ends up finding that her normal life is about to be turned upside down. All because her brother ate her ice cream..... and maybe because she is "a bit" stubborn.... and doesn't know when to quit, or how to quit. *Sigh* Just read the story. (The drawing on the cover was edited by me, but I did not draw the pictures that are put together on it. I can't draw. So, please give credit to the rightful owners.)