my dads an assasin, gee, you picked a great job dad!

my dads an assasin, gee, you pikced a great job dad! 11

NOTICE- there will be some Spanish, i speak it but i can't really write it that well so sorry if there are a few spelling/gramatic mistakes in this

i just about had a heart attack when i herd the voice on the other end break down laughing. it was Gentry. he'd deicided that it would be funny to play a joke on me. i spent ten solid minutes screaming German and Chinese insults into the phone before i hung up-because i had one hell of a foul mouth. i won.

i snapped my phone shut and went back to the table.

"Prank call?" Rachel guessed.

"Yup." i said.

three weeks later we moved away, but Gentry's mom was also getting paid to get rid of someone over there so that was kind of cool.

we switched names again. i changed my name to Angelina Thorns. Gentry changed his name to Kale Hasseworn.

the first day of school was crazy. we messed with our classes so that we had every class together. it wasn't that hard.

we had to introduce ourselves in every class. our backstory was that we were from Colombia and that we'd moved here to get away from the FARC and the drug trade over there.

unlike at the last school no one knew that we were assasins-in-training. we went to my house after school. it was huge i tell you. huge. we slipped in through a window in the bathrrom because my dad was talking with someone in the kitchen and we decided to take another way into the house just in case. the house was again.

dad made us switch school again. and we switched identites again. but we stayed in the same house.

i had to change my name again.

my name was now Vannesa Chang

Gentry kept the name Gentry, but i couldn't say his last name, it was impossible.

i was getting ready to go to sleep, and the window exploded. some guy ran in, he looked like he was sixteen, he looked....i don't know....rugged, rough, desperate. he had a gun and he started yelling at my dad. he was yelling in a really weird mess of Chinese and Spanish so it was kind of hard to figure out what he was saying. from what i understood my dad had been paid to kill his wife and his kid, and now the guy wantedt his revenge.

my dad actually laughed at this, making the guy stare at him in surprise, as well as me. my dad took his job more seriously then his own life. so why was he laughing?

a breeze blew my hair into my face. i brushed it away quickly. what was going on?

"Now i remember you." My dad said. "Shame, you were just a few minutes too late."

"que esta passando aqui?" whats happeneing here? don't ask me why i spoke in Spanish, the question just came out in Spanish.

"yo fui el que mató a su familia." i was the one who killed his family.

"y el piensa que se va a vengar." and he thinks he's going to avenge them.

"y no lo matastes a el?" and you didn't kill him?

"no."

"Porque?" why?

"me dijieron que matara solamete a su family." they told me only to kill his family.

" y tu sabes porque? porque es mas doloroso estar solo que muerto!" and do you you know why? becase its more painful to be alone than dead!

"no me ordenaron matarte a ti. por eso no te mate. eso es todo." my dad answered. they didn't order me to kill you. thats why i didn't kill you. thats all.

"y ya volvio pare vengar se." and now he's come back for his revenge.

"esto no lot tienes que ver. no voy a terminar rapidamente." you don't have to see this i'll end it quickly.

i started to leave but the other guy spoke.

"no, que se quede ella. quiero que vea cuando mato a su padre. como tu me hisistes a mi." no, she should stay, i want her to see when i kill her father. like you did to me.

"yo no soy el que va a murir." i'm not the one thats going to die.

they fired. my dad dodged the bullet. the other guy ended up shot in the knee.

"porque no me mataste?" why didn't you kill me?

my dad didn't answer. he picked up the phone and made a call. he talked in German to the guy on the other line.

half an hour later seven men in suits arrived. six body guards, and the guy they were protecting. it was really funny, the bodyguards had to duck to get into the house, and i was twice the size-if not three times- the size of the guy they were protecting.

i broke down laughing.

Mr. Short Dude gave me a glare.

"Please excuse my daughter, she's new to the trade and is still a child." my dad said.

"Yes, i've heard about your daughter. out of respect for all the years we've been buisness partners i will overlook the child's unrully behavior." Mr. Short Dude allowed.

"buisnnes partners?" i repeated after i was done laughing.

"yes, i have been paid handsomely by this man, he is a good customer."

"was he the guy you were talking about earlier?" i asked him.

"yes." my dad said.

"why is he still alive?" Mr.Short Dude said.

"you didn't request his death." my dad said simply.

as if on cue the guy started screaming agian, not to me or my dad this time, but to Mr.Short Dude. he was screaming in Korean, and it was not pretty.

my dad knoced him out wih a blow but didn't kill him.

Mr.Short Dude started inquiring about how well i could speak Russian. it became clear within a few minutes that he needed a child for the job, someone that would be easily overlooked. there were rules against the goverment hiring assasins-in-training but this guy was a slime ball. he knew an assasin in Russia, and he was going to send me to Russia under the pretense that my father had sent me there for hands on experience, when really, i would be sent there for another reason. i already spoke Russain so that wasn't going to be a problem.

Mr.Short Dude asked me if i was up for it.

"hell yeah!" was my response.

the guy smiled a cold smile. "that what i like to hear." he said.

they started making arrangements. i started trying to keep track of verything before my dad pulled m aside.

"all you have to do is wait patiently until the arrangements are made, and then carry out the job. everything else will be taken care of for you." my dad informed me.

i nodded.

half an hour later everything was set. i had my fake passport, id....all that stuff. and thankfully i already spoke perfect Russain so no bigge, and we'd lived there once before i knew how everything worked over there. i got a new cell with all the numbers i would need already on there. it surprised me that a lot of the numbers were the numbers of the people in charge of Russia. what the? there was one number that drew my attention. it was the number of the assasin who's daughter's twin i would be pretending to be. i looked just like her so that woul be easy.

i said bye to my dad and got on the first-class plane to Russia. all was pre-paid for and arranged, i just had to learn whatever the Russain assasin taught me. this was going to be a peice of cake. the only thing i hadn't planned on was getting caught by another Goverment and being interrogated.