Dictator Leopold marched into the conference room, gun in hand. He pointed it at me and asked what my best trait was.
"I am good at eating." I say calmly, trying not to let my eye contact waver.
He smiled and lowered his gun, returning it to his holster.
"Ladies and gentlemen, meet Eleanor. Eleanor has just spared her own life by lying to me. Can anyone guess her best trait now?" A cruel smile crept across his face. The room was silent.
"No one? Eleanor, what is your best trait?"
"I am deceptive, sir. I can fool even the most superior of humans." I continue to keep my face neutral, not wanting him to read my excitement.
"Excellent. As of right now, Eleanor is the most powerful out of all of you, which not only makes her dangerous, but it puts her in danger. Does anyone know why?" Again, he waited for a response.
"No one? Eleanor, explain."
I stand and begin to explain why I am dangerous. "My best trait is deception, which makes me dangerous because I can make anyone think what I want them to. Or, make them believe what I want them to believe. This puts me in danger because I am a hot target. Everyone would love this trait, the ability to get away with nearly anything, the ability to mess with people until they beg for mercy. But now I go back to being dangerous, because I don't think this is my best trait. I think my best trait is eating. Therefore, when someone kills me for my deceptive nature, they will really get the ability to eat all the time and not feel guilty about it. Funny how that works." I sit back down, letting the smug smile tug at my lips.
Dictator Leopold, obviously aware of my pride at this point, winked at me, then addressed the room. "All of you have something to learn from Miss Eleanor. I suggest you all take note of what you witnessed today and go home and work on it." He paused, waiting for a response, but he got none. "Don't just sit there. Move!" His deep voice filled the room the way the screeching of a bat fills a cave.
Everyone was out of their seats and scrambling out the door before Leopold had a chance to do anything else. I calmly rose from my seat, picked up my book bag, and waltzed out like the world belonged to me. Little did Leopold know, he was on my hit list.
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Deception
Teen Fiction"We are not here to make enemies, we are to become them." The words of Dictator Leopold echoed in Eleanor's ears as she approached her next victim. Knife held tight, she crept into the shadows to wait until he was alone. She was told to steal his po...
