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

my dads an assasin, gee, you picked a great job dad! 22

When you get to keep moving around time after time, you invent a new you for the next move. You get to be whoever the hell you want to be. We moved again. This time I played the bad girl. The teachers instantly didn't trust me, I met up with the bad kids really fast, and by third hour I'd bought some cheap crack and sold it at a higher price to get some money.

The schools that preached about 'school pride' and 'test scores' were the ones that actually had them. No one wanted to be here. Not the staff, not the students. The school was underfunded and there were a million things wrong with it. My locker was a kick open-just like at least fifty percent of the lockers at this school. I got through first hour easily. All that happened was that the teacher screamd at a few kids in the back because they weren't even bothering to pay attention.

Beetween the halls a few kids got shanked, I saw some dude with greasy hair and braces selling what was either crystal or crack, I wasn't compeleltly sure. This was one of the schools where being an Assain's kid came in handy. No one freaked out if you pulled a knife or a gun on someone. It was easier to blend in.

I was wearing a pair of torn and stained blue jeans, and a white shirt. I had a few things on me, but they were sending out signals. 'You're seeing only what I want you to see, do dare mess with me? because I will shank you if you get in my way' and I was also getting some signals form the other people.

By lunch I was able to figure out who the Queen of the Skanks was. Her boyfriend must have been a good fighter, because I could tell by the palm of her hand that she'd never picked up a knife in her life, or any kind of weapon for that matter.

I caught her boyfriend staring at me. He was done playing with her now that there was a newer, more shiny toy to play with, and no toy was shiner than the one that was just out of thier reach. I toyed with the guy, enjoying as the expression of fury slwoly bloomed across the girl's face.

"Hey, that my boyfriend your snogging." She snapped at me, her litlte army of sluts following her.

"Oh really?" I asked him. "Seems like he's single to me, or he moved on." I said.

I gave the guy one short but fiery kiss. Just enough to make him want more, but not enough to start up the action.

I opened up my locker. Some of my stuff was missing, but it didn't matter. These lockers weren't really hard to break into. I kicked the nearest locker and the door swung open. Whoever this person was, they were a girl. That much was clear. I took thier textbook and cut class. I wasn't going. A few of the guys wolf-whistled to me. Noticing that I was one of the few girls that had cut class. I wasn't any goody two-shoes here.

I could smell the marijuana, and I could see the guy that was smoking it. I'd had some alcohol, I'd smoked  few times before in my life, but i wasn't addicted.

I could hear the music that the kid next to me was blasting up loudly on his walkman. I knew that band.

"Heard there new CD yet?" I asked him.

"Nope." He said, turning to face me.

"Good. Don't hear it. its nothing like thier old stuff." I told him.

"Is that a bad thing?" He questioned.

"They crossed over to the good side."

The kid and I laughed at my little twist on the original joke.

The kid offered me a smoke.

I told him that I only smoked the best, and then named a brand that I knew he would never have the money to buy.

The kids eyes went a little wide.

"High maintence I see." Someone sneered.

"Just because I'm high maintenence doesn't always mean that I'm going to take the high road. I could easily wipe your ass all over this place."

"I'd like to see you try."

Lets just say that since I fought dirty by the end of it he was coughing up blood.

No one said that I had to play fiar, and no one had set any rules before the match.

He deserved it.

Three days after getting here I joined a gang.