Lol same idea except the refrigerator! I just had to put something to get her in that room! Hi Eli!
"You'll have to go undercover as a Senior in high school. I need you to kill someone," I could feel the seriousness and the anger in his voice, "it's time." He smirked. But his stare didn't scare me. For the first time in my life, joy was overtaking my heart. High school. I smiled secretly to myself as he handed an envelope, a big brown envelope. "What's this?" I said hiding the excitement in my voice. I asked normally, emotionless in fact. He smirked again as he left me dumbfounded. I stared at the envelope for a long time and then bursted out of my own bubble. I dramatically opened the envelope as I walked slowly to my bed. I felt a good vibe yet I also felt a bad one coming. I pulled out a sheet of bond paper, it was my birth certificate. Fake. I sighed. Name: Robyn, Zarina I'm glad dad didn't use his last name. I skipped several information and read my "parents" name. Of course it wasn't my real parent's name, and neither it was Mr. Chan's. Probably some random names he picked up. I looked through the documents again, and the papers for high school was already finished. St. Catherine Academy I giggled as butterflies were in my stomach. But three certain documents caught my eye. I read the bold letters that was in the first document out loud, "William Slater" . Slater. Slater. Slater! I screamed inside my head. I know I've heard of that last name! I just know it. I thought of it so hard that my mind was about to blow and then finally, just finally, I got it. Richard Slater... Mr. Chan's number one enemy.
Hi Em. Lol. Well I made it morning already and she took a bath and then she got a knock from the door and then blah blah blah
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I take the time to process what situation I'm in right now. I couldn't believe my dad was making me do the dirty work for him. As I try and recall what had happened to them, I had a hard time remembering. It wasn't those bad memories deal, it was something much more than that. As I close my eyes and search every memories I can remember, I sigh in frustration for I had not find it. I leisurely threw the envelope on my bed and took the time to think. I grabbed hold of the papers again and read the start of first semester. August 7th. That's tomorrow! How was I suppose to get everything I needed? I shot up immediately and feel lightheaded a bit. I messed up my hair a bit and walked down the stairs in a orderly manner. I eyed the kitchen island to see my father taking his morning coffee. I slowly took steps toward him, my breath slowing down from the anger I've felt just a few minutes ago. I stopped right in front of him and looked at him with meaningless eyes. "How am I suppose to go to school without all the required items?" "Already been taken care of." He says without even looking up. Of course. Sometimes, I get furious for the way he acts. I nod and grab a piece of toast. "I'll be excusing myself now." I say politely and dash up the stairs. I was angry now. I know you think I should be happy, but if I was to go to high school just to kill someone, then to hell with it! I change into my training clothes and walk down to the basement. I stretched myself out and headed to the punching bag. Punch I feel like such a puppet. He holds my strings and I just go with it, having no say in anything. For once in my life, I just want to be free. Be my own self. It's so frustrating just to know that I can never escape. I'm like a trapped bird, just waiting to fly. Upper cut My life is hell. Nothing can save me from this contract that's bound my life forever. High kick I watch as the bag was sent flying across the room. I've always wondered if my strength was not only a danger to other humans, but a danger to myself. It was. In this world, a fifth of humans will use that strength in their evil ways. I was stupid to actually give access for a human to manipulate and control this strength. I wipe the sweat off my brow and finish my training. As I make my way up to my room, tiredly to be exact, I see my dad sharpening his weapons. Interesting. I brush the thought off my shoulder and arrive at my room. A shower would be a nice treat after hard training. It was close to afternoon already when I finished my business. Ways to kill time.. I was walking around my rooms in circle, feeling so dramatic. In my head, there was 100 things going on my head right now, but the one that stood out the most was HIGH SCHOOL. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's probably night time now..
Gawd, I suck at writing stories! I'm sorry if it's not great as Em's. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BANG! BANG! I opened my eyes and gasped for air. The sound of the bullets, the look on my parents face. Why... why them? 6:57 AM HIGH SCHOOL. Shoot! I gotta get ready. I thought as I quickly entered the bathroom and took a bath. After so, I changed. I put on my jeans and a white F21 sleeveless top, searched for a jacket on my closet and finally decided on the black leather jacket. And put on some converse. First day of high school. I know I shouldn't be feeling like this. It's a mission. Not for fun. I sigh as I think of it. I want to go to school for school. Not for a mission. I went down the stairs and searched my way to the kitchen, my head was full of possibilities. Is high school gonna be fun? Will I have a lot of friends? Wait- stop right there. I'M NOT GOING TO HIGH SCOOL TO MAKE ANY FRIENDS! I'M THERE TO KILL! K-I-L-L! Get your head straight you stupid mind. "What's occupying your thoughts?" Mr. Chan moved swiftly to the chair near the glass dining table, slowly reaching out for the newspaper at the side. "Oh nothing." I said emotionless as I sat down beside him and began to eat my breakfast. "Hmmm... Really?" He mumbled, his eyes on the newspaper. I just nodded and kept cussing myself inside my head for thinking that I was going to high school for fun. FUN. When will I ever feel that feeling? For once, I want to be a normal girl, in a normal state, in a normal school, and a normal family. Life is torture. MY life is torture. HONK! HONK! The loud beeping of the limo awaken me fro thoughts. Mr. Chan looked at me and smiled. "School." It felt sincere in a way. "Thanks... dad. I'll be back soon." I said as I grabbed my bag beside me. "Remember... mission." He shoot me a smirk and gave me money. $500.00 "Don't you think I only need a hundred in cash? I have my card." I said. "In case. Students aren't normal there, child. Go now." he ordered. I slouched my back feeling the stress. God, save me. I walked out of the house and entered the limo. The price of living in BH. Great. Just great. -------------------- It was a short drive, probably like fifteen minutes away from the house. I looked at the students fascinatingly. The uniform looks so great. Maybe tomorrow, I'd get my uniform. I put on my black Coach sunglasses and got out of the car, hiding my excitement. I kept a straight face, I didn't smile at all. I sighed and smirked. All eyes were on me as I walked like a model on the runway. God, Zarina! Please. Do. Not. Trip. Luckily... just luckily. I made it to the office. Safe.