Bound to the Shadows

1: First Days Suck

The first day of school, is always a nerve-wracking experience. The constant thought and fear of Does my outfit look okay? Or I hope I don't get that teacher. Or my personal favorite: What two stupid facts am I going to tell these people about me?

These thoughts would lock a normal person in a constant state of fear through the whole day. Wether you are a student or a faculty member, It's guaranteed that everyone has felt like that at least once.

I am currently sprawled across my black padded couch with a grimace on my face.
You'd think being a trained killer would get rid of first day of school jitters.

Apparently freakin not.

Waking up in the early morning, I had decided to wait until the absolute last minute to get up as sort of a "screw you school".

I don't know.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Digging in the fluffy couch that had swallowed my phone, I finally found it. Smashed in between the two cushions, That I had called the couch butt, I yanked my trusty phone out and almost dropped it on the hardwood floor.

Looking at the clock on my phone that read 7:30. I worked out in my head that I had 10 minutes until I absolutely needed to go. That's plenty of time for a quick round of overwatch. With a smile on my face I rolled of the couch to my trusty ps4

One round turned into two.

Two turned into three.

"Yeah suck it, you camping asshole."A victorious yell caused by killing the character, who had gained a killing streak by specifically hiding around each corner I seemed to wander about, reverberated around my apartment. The shrill Ding coming from my phone shook me out of my celebration. The frantic text from my best friend let me know how much I had really lost track of time.

"SHIT".

I scrambled off the couch running up my apartment stairs. To get to school on time, I needed to leave at 7:45 to arrive on time.

It was 7:44

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT"
With each stair ascended, came another string of curses out of my mouth

Banging my blue door open, frantically looking around my bedroom floor that was littered with the clothes of the past week. I found my favorite pair of ripped skinny jeans, nirvana shirt, and grey vans.
Running my pale fingers through my hair trying to tame the curls that ran down my back.

I turned down my hallway to the bathroom to apply my normal eyeliner and mascara.

Pleased with how well I managed to match both wings on the first try I ran out to the hallway, swearing under my breath. Hastily, I grabbed my car keys off the rusty hook hanging by the door, stuffed my books in my bag, and locked the door behind me.

As panicked as I was when I ran outside, I couldn't help notice how beautiful today was. A chilly breeze that wasn't too cold, monstrous gray storm clouds that littered the entire sky, and the steady dropping of rain on the hot pavement. The smell alone made me want to just call it a day and go back inside.

The neighbors shrill car alarm shook me out of my thoughts of playing hooky for the day.

Yeah, right. Assassins don't get days off.

Unlocking my brand new car, throwing my bag in the backseat, plugging my phone to my stereo. Turning on the newest Ariana Grande song that I couldn't seem to get out of my head, I turned the key in the ignition the same time as the beat drop.

With a satisfying rev of my engine, I peeled out of my driveway and on to the hellhole called school.

A grin spread across my face as I remembered taking my latest target, William Hilla. Sure, that bastard didn't go down easy, but that contract I signed with the woman who paid me to take him out, paid a hefty price.