the butterfly and the rat

the butterfly and the rat

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You are the daughter of Asuka Nakamura and Alejandro Ferreira - the greatest assassins ever known. Though tragically, they were killed due to one of their kills lasting a little too long, causing them to be gunned down by the swat team that came to arrest them. This in turn left you with your six brothers, three of them being the oldest and three others the youngest. You always wanted to follow in your mom and dad's foot steps so you trained nonstop! now of course some things came easier to you than others. Although you were strong and had great reflexes, you were also smarter than the average person, some talents included hacking, coding, math, etc. which came very naturally to you as well. During the night, you would kill targets you were assigned using these strengths, while during the day you would take care of your dear little brothers. but then one day everything changed. I do not own any of the characters or the story deadly class the only things I do own are the ideas and the characters I come up with.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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