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"Hey, brat. Where do you think you're going at this time of day" yelled my whore of a mother from the living room. " I'm going to eat dinner with my friend," I said rolling my eyes. She would never let me go if she could do anything about it. But she couldn't. "You're going nowhere!" She yelled getting up from her chair and moving towards me. "Please just let me live my life separate from yours!" She slapped me across my face and began lecturing me on how she raised me and getting nothing in return.

I was wearing a white silk gown since I was going to eat with my best friend at a fancy restaurant. This is it. (I'll show her outfits when I remember)



"It was your choice. I think I would have been better off without you" I blurted out. I didn't mean to say that but it felt so good to finally say that. "Pack your things. If you think you're better off without us you can just leave. Let's see how long it'll be till you come crawling back to us." My drug addict father said as he entered the hallway. "Alright, you can keep the clothes you bought me four years ago. It never seemed to fit."

The last time I got something from them was on christmas eve four years ago when i got a ugly christmas sweater that said and i quote "Reinbeer" Yeah. To think I would appreciate that. Two years after I began fighting and became undefeated pretty quick. Now I am at almost 2 years. One year later my assassin career took off and I became the most feared assassin out there. They call me "shadow of death" since no one knows what I look like and when I kill I leave no clues and do it as silently as possible.

My mother always wanted attention and she got it from father but that was just because he either wanted her to cook or have sex. It was either or really. But lately she has been in a bad mood since they were getting older and wasn't getting as much attention. Dad goes out every other day to meet his mistress. She is like 35 and I hope he's paying her very well. Well, who would go out with that ugly, frail, kinky bastard if they weren't being paid very well.

I leave the run-down apartment. I hear my ex-mother screaming on the top of her lungs ''YOU BRAT; YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'VE DONE FOR YOU!". "Hey chill or do you want to deflate your lungs from all it's air?". I said as I walked away from the apartment building and went to my car that was parked in a garage. It was the newest bugatti, the Bugatti La Voiture Noire. I couldn't let them know I had a few bucks. They would just demand money from me if I did that, so I kept it a secret for a year or two.

I opened my purse and got my phone and got my phone and concealer out and covered up the bruise I got when she slapped me. She was pretty weak but had a mean slap. Then I called my best friend Kaya to say I had a little setback and that I would be a little late.

When I got outside Kaya's apartment she stood there waiting for me. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long" I said as she opened the door on the passenger side. "Yes you did and I am starving. So it's your treat. That's your punishment for keeping me waiting." She said. I started to laugh and nodded.

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