Mmmmmm S'mores sounds good right now. (Turns quicky) Oh shit! (Stumbles over feet hitting floor) is that freaking hurt. Hi up there, I'm Shay Ramone Lilith Ferdinand Lee the third, but my friends call me Shay Lee for short, sometimes Shay, Lee, lily pad, ssshhhh, and so on and so forth, but you can call me Shay! I bet you are wondering why I'm still laying here on the floor talking to you. Well so am I haha. (Gets up and rubs side of ribs) Geez that hurt, you know next time you could knock on my door before sneaking in here, I hate when people do that. So what brings you to this side o- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
(Jumps into coffee table out of fear)
Hahaha, talk about random. So what brings you into this side of Wattpad? Well... I'm waiting for an answer. Oh well, I guess I'll tell you a story of some sort. What kind of story would you like to read? Something action packed! Ooh we could do a comedy or even a romance ;) grrr. Welp this story is going to be whatever it ends up being so let's get this party started!!!!!
LIGHTS!
CAMERA!
ACTION!
Wait. This isn't a movie. CRAP! Now I have a director to fire. (Screams at top of lungs) JEREMY! I JUST REALIZED WE ARE NOT MAKING A MOVIE! SO YOU ARE FIRED!
(Clipboard flies through window)
Well that's taken care of now :D
So let's get our imaginations going and let's get this story started!
"You can't do it! You can't kill me!" The man screams at the child. "Pull the damn trigger, do it you little punk!" The child stands there, frozen, hands shaking, tears streaming from his eyes as he scans the room of the dead bodies, blood is everywhere across the floor. He tightens his grip scared for his life. The man stands in front of him saying "you can't kill me twerp" BANG! Blood splatters across the face of the young boy as the man's body lurches forward past him. "He can't, but I can" says the voice of a hooded mysterious figure from behind where the man was standing
Hold on here, TIME, OUT! Jeez Louise! A child just watched a man get shot right in front of him, and that dudes blood is literally splattered across his face! What kind of story am I freaking telling! Let's kinda move on from here!
Saturday morning, the sun's rising, the birds annoyingly chirping, and the neighborhood dogs barking at those dumb squirrels. Sounds like a good start to me.
This story begins with Arthur, Arthur Gardener. 16, blond hair, blue eyes, and barely 5 foot 6 inches tall. An average kid as a high schooler, except his school is a bit different.
Yes you have your English and math but his school allows a few specific extra curricular activities you wouldn't think of. "Awwww man... I totally forgot I have to simulate my best friend's assassination, I know it's only a small tranquilizer dart and knife markers but why my best friend?" Arthur says to himself trying to wake up.
Yup that's right. This school teaches and creates assassins!
Arthur reaches up grabbing his glasses, sits up, puts them on and grabs the pistol sitting on his night stand. He checks the clip counting his tranquilizer darts and reloads the gun cocking it. He moves the gun up aiming it "I can ace any parkour test run, any and every hand to hand combat simulator, most accurate shot in the school, but I can't pull the trigger on someone even if my life depends on it I bet," He says to himself softly. He sighs as he stands up walking to his dresser. He looks up to his clip board, strings and pictures of his best friend Avery everywhere. "She will be at the park at exactly 5:15 pm today like she is every single Saturday, my Intel suggests she will have her red umbrella, and my purple jacket she stole from me a few days ago." He says annoyingly, "She is also supposed to stage my assassination today as well, partner projects are odd, but I wonder what she is planning"
"Arthur! Breakfast is ready!" His mom tells from downstairs. "Just a sec mom I'll be right down!" Arthur yells back. He gets dressed, grabs his simulation marker knifes that he plants at his sides and puts the gun in his holster under his jacket. "Oh crap I nearly forgot, I need my bag" he says as he runs to his closet grabbing his duffle bag and runs downstairs. He turns the corner into the kitchen. "What took you so long up there?" His mom asked. "I was just going over today's plans mom, I have to ace this project if I want to hold up my reputation at school." He replies. "oh you mean having to assassinate Avery?" She says while putting finger quotation marks up. Arthur says frustrated, "It's a serious thing mom, technically her life is in my hands right now!" "Sure thing honey, now eat your breakfast before it's cold, oh and you really need to pay attention to where you leave your knives honey, your favorite SOG knife was on my kitchen counter, and don't eat so fast!" She says with her voice slightly raised. Arthur takes a final gulp of his milk after finishing his plate. "Oh thanks mom! I was looking for that" he says with glee. He reaches out grabbing the knife. He never understood why it was his favorite knife but it was and he wouldn't take any other knife to have by his side. "I gotta run mom, I'll see you when I get home," he says while running out the door, "Love you mom!"
