UPDATE: Dec 27 2011
I HAVE CHANGED ALOT OF THE CHAPTERS FOR GRAMMAR SPELLING AS WELL AS FIXED AWKWARDNESS as well as added alot of refined details to help develop the story. I also found that I was fond of adding some un-necessary details i removed the ones that bothered me alot and I found out of place. I feel its greatly improved and i suggest reading from Chapter 1 again.
I hope you guys enjoy this story. I will try and add a new chapter at least once a month from now on. I am defiantly alot more dedicated now.
I will also be looking for a BETA reader. Even though im not sure how that will work out since im really picky and take criticism harshly. I was going to have a friend do it for me, but she was hesitant since i for warned her that i plan on killing off a character. [Yes it is a spy story and it may get alittle dark. Thats a forwarning for you. And a much of a hint as ill give as to the direction i am taking the story towards.]
And lastly i apologize, that my writing style may have changed, since it has been so long since i worked on this story. I hope that it is not to large of a difference and that it doesn't scare you guys off.
*Chapter 1~ Meeting Me*
Beautiful tragedy. It haunts me. Past not having a mother, due to stupid mafia people I don't have a dad either. I'm Anoette Smith. Dad left and got married with a super assassin. It's out of the question for me to go and try and live with them. I'd be on the run too much. I mean they are wanted by the FBI and their assassin agencies.
So I'm alone. Which isn't all that scary. I mean I live in our house and my mom left me a bunch of money. Most of it is from where my grandparents left her, money after their deaths, which I inherited after her passing. So I pay for the house bills and stuff. And I'm not a fan of junk food. I'm pretty responsible. Well almost… I tend to get in trouble.
My mom used to always blame it on my dad and say "Those stupid assassin genes are taking over you, raging through your system!" Then she'd turn back to her alcohol ignoring me. She had a lot of drinking problems.
School was in, and I attend most of the days. I'm 16 so I have a part time job and all. Sometimes I miss school to do 'community service' its up to you to imagine how much service ive actually gotten done. My friends don't help either. Lacy is to naïve to really care. Sometimes I think she can't see past her 3 layers of makeup and her colored contacts. She insisted on getting them, though her make-up isn't half bad it manages to look natural. Foster is a dare devil drug addict whom I kind of took under my wing, friend wise. He has a lot of parent issues. He gets in trouble, a lot. I have bunches more, I mean every day I float between every group at school. I'm known as the cool Goth chick. Which I don't really understand since I prefer not to dress in black, but I do wear heavy black eye liner. I always have my black hair down and I am always wearing a jacket or a sweeter.
Today was one of the many days I have gotten in trouble. Today it was for arguing excessively with the teacher over the curriculum. Personally I think it's because she likes bustin me. As I walked out of the room I rolled my eyes and watched as everyone turned their attention from the teacher to me, Mrs. Fundinkle's yell for them to pay attention followed as soon as I was out of view. I love her last name it's so funny. My friends and I used to draw monsters or weird things and label them with her name.
I'm weird I know. Aren't we all? I mean if I was normal what fun would life be? It's the weirdness that makes life fun and all. I sat in the principal's office and sighed I think they were having a meeting or something. I yawned the bell rang, smiling I slipped out of the office and walked through the halls. At this point they were already flooded with people. I shook my head as I pushed my way through traffic. When I arrived at my locker I saw a guy with his arms crossed leaning on my locker. I rolled my eyes. It was Logan.
He did this to all the girls in school. Which really is funny because this is how he tricks the girls into dating him. Hes a real player. I stuck out my hand. Feeling my pockets with the other hand for my locker key. Not finding it I grunted. He smiled.
I narrowed my eyes, "Give me the key, you and your bozo friends aren't gonna toy with my mind." I grabbed the key from him a look of surprise entered his face. He stared shocked. I pushed him out of in front of my locker roughly. He stumbled struggling to catch his balance. I snorted and opened my locker. Sighing I dropped my books in and picked up my lunch.
My friends who had been watching from a close spot. I walked over my back pack with the books for my next class in it. My lunch in my arms. They kept staring as I approached. "Your eyes stuck or something?" The group shook their heads.
The girls swarmed me as the guys moved away. "You know no one's done that to him. They'll try and beat you up!"
I shrugged "Has that ever been my problem?" I turned to look at them as I entered the lunch room. "I mean really! Poor him he has dated all the girls at school except one. What a failure. All I'm concerned about is I'm NEVER going to be like… ," I paused, " Everyone else."
They sighed and shook their heads "whatever. I bet you he'll getcha though." My friend Betty poked me hard in the rib cage as she walked off. Lacy walked up she was fixing her makeup holding her mirror in front of her. I grabbed it from her closing it.
She sighed "I don't think it's that big of a deal." She tried to grab it from me but I held it over my head. One thing about Lacy is she's short. Not super duper short. She hates being teased in this manner. She tugged on my hair causing it to fall loose. I continued to walk as if she hadn't done anything. She growled and mumbled something under her breath.
She stopped dead in her tracks "Anoette Kimberly Smith! Get over here now!" I glared back at her hurling the mirror at her. She caught it and whipped my finger marks off it gingerly.
"Don't you dare call me that again!" She looked at me innocently, "What?" I hissed back "Kimberly."
My face was turning red with anger. I was towering over Lacy. She was cringing looking quite helpless "Ohh." I turned quickly and sat at the table my friends had chosen. Lacy sat on the opposite side of the table. She kept her head down.
Foster turned from his conversation and addressed me "So you are in a venomous mood?" His eyes daring as he suggested that. I snorted but didn't answer. I saw Lacy looking at me I studied her.
She looked away I sighed "Sorry Lace. I guess I'm shaken by everyone's reaction to Logan approaching me. It was bound to happen. Has he not done this to everyone?" Lacy nodded her mood immediately switched from quite humble and invisible to annoyingly talkative. I pursed my lips smiling. I stared off into space for a second. My eyes focusing I realized that Logan was staring in my direction. His bubbly eyes caught my hard beady eyes. His eyes where the first to wander away. I saw him shiver. I smiled. He definitely didn't know what was coming if he tried anything rash. I laughed to myself. Lacy turned to me wondering what could be amusing me, she didn't question anything though. I smiled as the lunch bell rang. I slipped my lunch back into my backpack as I had not touched it.