-Chillie!- the blong girl, whose name she could not remember, yelled. She could've slit her troath long ago, but it was better to put up with the yelling. After all, it would not last long now. Her target was close, she knew it.
-Oh my GOD!It makes so much sense- the rainbow-haired said. Putting it better, rather screamed. She was in college, for god's sake, not fucking elementary school.
And it never stopped.The screams about lingerie and make up. Chillie here, Chillie there.Three years later, she was still stuck, same mission, same nickname, same girls. Loading the gun, she got ready to find him and end it all at once.
One bullet left and she was laughing so hard at the man on the floor and her sword was still untouched.What a lucky day!
Once upon a time there was this nice and sweet and cute and innocent and... Ahh who are we talking about? That girl is defiantly not me nor will she ever be. I have poise and sneakiness of a cobra. I have killed people, murdered cold blood. But not exactly for fun though. Though, the last memory of the gang I was in was being ripped apart starting from my face. They didn't get far though before I stopped them. After that I am now alone and called the girl with the scars. Not literally. People are too scared to tell me in person. That's how scared much they are scared of me. But I like that they are. But this one guy changes me all around and I end up opening up to him only to get stabbed in the back by him. Well not stabbed, shot is more like it. Thats just the life of Samantha Parker, formally known as the girl with the scars.