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

my dads an assasin, gee, you picked a great job dad! 14

if its not to much to ask.....would you guys mind giving me some feedback on this thing? me thank to my six awesome fans out there (whoever you are.....) anywho........here's the story you all came to read

i found out when we got there why i was being used as bait. i looked like the kind of girl that he supposedly 'liked' so i just had to wander around a nightclub-i lied about my age of course, i'm not actually old enough to get into one of those but as far as my fake ID is concerned, i'm old enough-for the record, i'd learned to drive before i was ten-to get into one of these. and sadly, i already knew what it felt like to get drunk.

i wandered around in my skin tight dress. i was was naturally curvy, so a lot of the guys looked at me, and i was trying to pass for the shy girl, so i got a lot of looks. i already knew from Jerry how to tell if it was the right guy.

i ordered a drink, wondering if the guy was here. sure enough, two seconds later he showed up next to me.

"let me by this pretty lady a drink." he said. i fought the urge to shiver. the guy was FAT i tell you FAT!

i downed my drink in one. i fought back a gasp as the liquid fire seared through my throat. i blinked away the tears and slammed my cup down.

"Oh....the little lady likes to drink." he said.

"what?" i aske in a seductive voice. "you got a problem with girls that can take more alcohol than you?" (thanks to my dad, i had one hell of a high tolerance for alcohol, as in, i could litterally chug the entire glass beer bottle and still be perfectly sober, it was hard to get me drunk, my dad had made sure of that)

"No, actually, i like ladies that can take a hit." he said, grinning at me. i knew what that look was. he was trying to figure out if i was single, and if i hadn't already been claimed by another man, i could tell that he wanted me-though i sure as hell did not want Mr.Fatass.

"oh, god, how i hate being single!" i said angrily, and then swallowed another hit of alcohol.

the guy and i started talking. i knew what i had to do, and within minutes i had to guy wrapped around my finger.

everything was going according to the plane, i'd lured the guy out of the nightclub....i pretended to be scared to go to my car because i'd parked it in a dark alley-the perfect place to get jumped-and he was determined to act all macho so he grabbed my hand and we waled towards where i'd parked my car.

my dad threw a knife and it nearly hit me in the face. of course i screamed and ran away still screaming...playing to gilry part. i ran for a few blocks and then just walked towards where we had agreed to meet after the guy was dead-the security camera's weren't working of course, curtisy of the Nile's daughter. after we got home we teased my dad about the name we'd given him to no end.

i had to go to a new school again........i hate going to new schools. during lunch a crazy monkey broke through the window of the cafeteria and started hurling coconuts at everyone (i wonder where i got this idea from....any guesses?) it was crazy. everyone started throwing stuff at the monkey. the monkey screamed and fled, and it came back with reinforcements. Monkey vs Human, who is deadliest?

some kid threw a freaking machete at the monkey-where do you hide a machete thats about my size witout anyone noticing?- and then the monkeys retaliated with watermelons and dung.

Gentry took off, he came back with a freaking AK-47 and started shooting down monkeys. HOW THE FREAK DID YOU HIDE THAT IN YOUR LOCKER MAN?!

it was bloody chaos until everyone ran out of amo. by the time we beat the monkey's there was nothing left of the caferia, Jesse was out of throwing knives, Anna had run out of car bomb, Jess had run out of gas canisters, Juan was crying over his broken machine gun, and Skylar had broken all the chairs beating the monkeys  on the head pro-wreastling style, and Jasmina -who knows what she used-was grinning like a physco.