The sun wasn't even shining when I woke up.
It wasn't because I was an early bird, no it was because of my stupid neighbours.
Gosh, I hate them so much, but I see it positive, just one more year and I can finally move out.
Yes, I don't live in a fancy villa or something, OK actually I do, but not at this moment.
It was my mission to protect the school's idiots, so I have to go to High School and watch over them. Actually, I wouldn't have to go there anymore, because I graduated when I was 13 in the CIA headquarter. (Long Story, you will see).
So what I actually wanted to say is that I have to live in this apartment with idiotic neighbours next door.
As I tried to look at my phone I was instantly blinded like every day. "Dammit", I mumbled and lowered the brightness to a point, where I wouldn't have lost eyesight.
"Why?!", I screamed into my bed and hit my pillow till I calmed down. It was 5 o'clock, I sometimes really hate my life in situations like this.
Ugh, I'm this type of person that sleeps once a day and when I'm awake then I'm awake.
I dragged myself to the mirror, the sight I got wasn't good: I had huge bruises on my head, on my wrists, and on my ankles. I was also covered in dust, dirt and a bit sprinkled with blood.
Why am I covered in blood?
Have I hit Dave so hard?
Nah, it doesn't matter anyway.
I dragged myself to the bathroom where I showered and got ready for my mission
Yes, I haven't called it school because if I would have so, I would've probably got depressions.
I wore a black hoodie, dark blue skinny jeans, also black sneakers, my fake glasses and a wig with light brown hair which covered my long dark brown/black hair. The glasses were special and made my light golden eyes look like regular russet brown ones. I had also covered up the bruises and my tattoos.
As I passed through my living room I shook my head. The couch was fully coverd with weapons like guns, knives, grenades and so on.
How much I wished that I could've just thrown one of my grenades at school. Of course when nobody's in there, well maybe Stacy could stay there...
Just wishing...
Back to the story.
I got out of my apartment and headed for the subway station.
Luckily no one of my school took my line so I was alone and didn't have to hear the Insults, names etc. now.
Yes, I was getting bullied.
I think it was because of my grades or because I tried to hide my ,cough, very muscular build and everybody thought I was fat.
I still didn't know why they chose me, I mean, the only thing I did was observing.
To get this right, it didn't bother me because I knew I could have just shot them if I wanted to.
But nahhh I'm a good person.
Often...
Usually...
OK, sometimes.
Forget it, I'm a bad person.
But I work for the CIA so it compensates it.
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I walked for another good 10 minutes when I saw the building, I hated the most.
Not because of school, because of the people.
For the ones of you who didn't noticed it: I'm a very, very unsocial person.
Anyways I reached the stairs of Chicago High and sighed.
I felt the stares of the students as I entered it. Wow, the first day of the new school year and I'm greeted so nicely.
I heard the laughs, insults, and names but ignored it and walked faster. Yikes, sometimes I wonder why I haven't killed someone here.
Like on every other school day, I wished, I could just let my undercover personality fall and scare the shit out of these idiots.
But nooo, I had a mission and I wanted to do it right until it's completed.
It was a long mission, I've done it for 3 years back then and I wanted to finish it badly. I was the only young agent then and I literally had to do it.
Back to my story:
I was reaching for the door when a hand packed me and I landed on the floor.
This little***
As I looked up I saw...
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Protecting the school's idiots
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