Thieves and Assassins (Freshman Year)

By T R Richardson III

Enter the world of Thieves and Assassins two factions that do not get along. Erin Richards is a fourteen year old girl starting public school for the first time. This is the final part of her training. As an A.I.T. (Assassin In Training) high school will help her learn how to adapt to the world of assassins by forcing her to blend in with normal teenagers. She meets a boy named Corey who has a secret that may change the way she sees the world. Especially when the death of their guidance counselor may have something to do with them and ultimately puts one of their lives in danger.

• Language: English
• Publisher: T R Richardson III
• Release date: Jul 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370294428

T R Richardson III

Salutations! I would like to cordially invite you into my Universe where anything is possible. I have hundreds of characters dying to escape my mind to invade your homes and electronic devices or whatever you use to read now. My stories range from fiction that is somewhat grounded in reality to fantasies where people explore different galaxies. You never know what kind of wild excursions go through the depths of my mind that will take you to the far reaches of the universe as well as the declination of Hell. So strap in there is more to come God willing as the weeks months and years go by.

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Thieves And Assassins

Book One: Freshman Year

By T R Richardson III

Cover Art By Stephen Silveira

Edited By Martha Simmons

First of all I would like to give honor to God for all of the talent he has given to me. To my earthly fathers for raising me and guiding me in the way that I should go. For Tommy everybody knows I am your son and I love hearing stories about you when they realize who I belong too.

To Calvin (Pete) for showing me what love and family are all about. I love you very much

A Special dedication to the memory of Mike Taylor (Top Hat) I am just glad I let you know what you meant to me while you were still here. I love and miss you.

Thieves and Assassins

The Beginning

A bullet breaks through the air and pierces its intended target. Stephen watches as his sluggish adversary falls spiritless to the ground. He held his smoking gun in one hand and his bundle tightly in the other. He heard movement behind him and quickly turned, aiming at another target. It only took his mind a nanosecond to react before he placed another bullet between his enemy’s eyes. He took cover and looked around for more suspicious movement. His bundle began to move. Sensing someone behind him he quickly turned, gun ready. What's this? Bring your daughter to work day? A tall pale muscular clean-shaven red headed man smiled at him.

Of course not, Arthur. I had no choice, as I was the closest in the vicinity. I was out for a walk with Erin when I got the signal.

I didn't know you and Marie were here, Arthur said.

Likewise. No sign of Chet though.

That's what worries me. It's not like him to put in a call for help, Arthur said.

Yeah, that's your department, Stephen said with a smile.

That's a real knee-slapper, Arthur returned.

Stephen nodded at Arthur.

Arthur returned the gesture and they both came out of hiding and began to survey the scene. Gunfire sent them back for cover.

This is no place for a baby Stephen! Arthur scolded.

I know, but my little girl has to get in a gun fight sooner or later, Stephen half joked.

Will Marie share that same sentiment? Arthur queried.

Stephen looked very uncomfortable at this question. A young man in his early twenties, he was average height with a muscular build. He was handsome, but not the kind of man you would readily notice. He was easily forgettable which made him a perfect assassin. The baby was awake now gurgling and trying to say daddy, but it just came out as happy baby squeals of delight.

If you put down your guns we will let the baby live, a man yelled in a Middle Eastern accent.

Fat chance! If you leave you can live, how's that? Arthur yelled back.

The man laughed a good hearty laugh and then with no emotion said, Kill them all.

Arthur began to laugh until tears were coming out of his eyes. He flipped a small box out and pushed a button. There was a loud explosion and screaming from men being blown through the air. They heard the man cursing in his native tongue. Stephen jumped up, pinpointed the man's location and put a bullet right through the back of the man's leg. Kneecap exploding, he fell forward in excruciating pain. Arthur and Stephen crossed the room. Arthur covered Stephen as he flipped the man over.

Where is Chet? he asked.

You can go ahead and kill me. I will never tell you,

Arthur grabbed the man and dug in his pockets until he pulled out a wallet. He thumbed through the pictures and looked at the man. We ain't gonna kill you if you don't tell us Bilal. You have a wallet full of targets, Arthur said.

My family is innocent; please, you have a child! he said, pleading with Stephen.

Tell us where Chet is, Stephen said looking at the man's children carefully.

Upstairs.

They tied Bilal up. You're not going to kill me? he asked.

You aren't the target, Stephen said simply.

May Allah bless you in the name of my Father Hassan.

God bless you Bilal, Stephen responded.

From one father to another I thank you for sparing my life, Bilal graciously stated.

You're welcome, Stephen told him.

I got to get a picture of this, Arthur said whipping out a disposable camera. Stephen the Slayer showing mercy,

Shut up! I hate when you call me that, Stephen returned.

They went upstairs and found a secret room behind a wall. The agent they were looking for was inside and he was the worse for wear. He smelled of blood and urine. He had dried blood all over his face and clothing.

I've seen old hamburger that looked fresher than this dude, Arthur said.

I am going to get a car. Hold Erin, Stephen ordered, trying to hand the baby to Arthur.

I'm not good with babies! Arthur exclaimed.

Arthur, you're her Godfather for heaven sake. You have to spend some time with her eventually, he said, gently forcing the baby into his arms.

Hey you're gonna grow up some day and be a great assassin, Arthur whispered to her as she smiled and blew spit bubbles.

Stephen found a van and drove it into the warehouse. He took Erin from Arthur, who in turn picked up Chet and carried him gently down to the waiting van. As they got in Stephen looked back and saw Bilal still sitting tied up. They nodded at one another. Stephen shifted the vehicle into gear, heading toward the rendezvous point.

Why didn't you kill that guy? Arthur asked.

He had a family. I couldn't kill an unarmed dad. This little bundle of joy here has changed my life, Stephen explained.

Listen to him kiddo. Your father hasn't become anymore reckless. Taking an assassin baby out on a job, Arthur chuckled.

Kiddo. I like that. That's what her nick name will be, Stephen said.

They arrived at the rendezvous point, where Stephen finally saw the one person in the world he was afraid of. His wife stood there with a seriously mean look on her face, her raven hair blowing in the night air. Too late, there was no hiding from her.

Wow! A three person team went in and extracted an agent in danger without so much as a scratch, said L their boss.

Three? There were only two of us sir, Arthur said puzzled.

What about this little lady? he said taking Erin in his arms.

What? Stephen asked.

It was an official mission. She was there, she wasn't the one being rescued, so she gets a medal, he said.

His wife wasn't as cool with their daughter being in a firefight as an infant and she let him know it. Normally she wore a smile that could light up the night, but not tonight. Marie ran up on her husband with fire in her light brown eyes. She was a beautiful almond brown with jet black hair. Five foot five and deadly.

Arthur, take the baby! Marie snapped.

Okay, he said nervously.

She punched Stephen in his eye. What the hell is wrong with you! she bellowed. You took our only daughter into a fire fight! She continued as she punched him in his nose. You know how hard it was for me to have her, and for you to do something so irresponsible is beyond words, she shouted as her knee connected with his stomach sending him to his knees. She could have been killed! she screamed at him as she kicked him in his face, causing him to fall on his back.

I know. I got the call. I was close, and I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I promise you I will never put Erin in danger like that again. You know she means the world to me. I will never put you through that again, Stephen replied.

You had better not or she won't have a father! Marie said, pulling out a gun and placing it between her husband’s eyes and cocking it.

Book One Freshman Year

My name is Erin Richards. I am about to start ninth grade; this is about to be a life changing experience. I know what everyone is thinking: wow, ninth grade is so, so life changing. Well, for me it is. I have been home schooled all my life. Plus we moved to a new state; I've never had friends so it’s a real problem trying to adapt to people my own age. I don't know how to interact with them. All of the people I have ever been around have been adults or children just like me. My teachers and instructors were the only ones I ever interacted with frequently. I was only allowed to observe other children. I talked to them on occasion. My problem was I couldn’t relate to normal children. My parents began to teach me at the age of two. Everything that a kid could learn in school except history they taught me, the lie and the truth. I know why people throughout history were assassinated and by whom. I know who killed JFK and how many. I know what really happened to Hoffa and Judge Crater. I know why we kill. I have been training all my life for this but my final training begins... with high school.

Erin sat in the guidance office area waiting to be given a tour of the school. It was a small area with a receptionist desk. Behind it was the principal’s office and to the right was a small hallway with more offices. She was about average height for a fourteen-year-old girl. She had a slight athletic build. Black hair pulled back in a single ponytail, brown skin and brown eyes. Most of the freshman had been given several tours of the school, but Erin had shown up for the first day late. Erin sat across from a boy who looked about her age. He was about her height. His skin was a little darker than hers. He had light brown eyes, and a short neat haircut. She thought he was cute for a civilian boy. He saw her glance at him so she quickly turned her head. He smiled a wide devilish grin, then got up and sat next to her.

Kid's, she wore a beautiful soft blue cotton track suit with white stripes on the side, he smiled as he gestured with his hands as if talking to an invisible audience.

Excuse me? Erin questioned.

That's the story I'm going to tell our grand-kids, he said with a coy smile.

I don't think so! Erin snapped.

Hi. I'm Corey. He smiled at her. And what are you may I ask? he continued.

I'm annoyed, was Erin's reply.

Just then a man with a collared shirt under a sweatshirt with track pants came over to them.

Ms. Richards, sorry to keep you waiting. Mr. Staten I apologize. On behalf of the students and faculty I would like to welcome you both to Fair View High. I am your guidance counselor Mr. Perry. You two have a lot in common,

Like what sir? Erin asked.

Well you are both new to the area. You are both entering public school for the first time. This will be very challenging, but you both scored way above average on your placement tests.

Thanks, it's a gift, Corey announced.

Erin rolled her eyes; if all guys were as obnoxious as Corey she didn't want to have anything to do with them. Mr. Perry walked them down the hall to the cafeteria where they were introduced to an awkward looking thin girl named Prudence.

Prudence, I am sure you won't have a problem showing these two around, he said.

No sir. Not at all, it would be my honor, Prudence respectfully responded.

Prudence was a little taller than Corey and Erin. Her skin was fair for an African American girl. She wore her hair down with a bright yellow hair band across it that matched her blouse, one that looked like her mother picked it out. She had thick glasses and a metallic smile. She brought to mind those owls on old cartoons. Corey also thought she would look much better if she stopped letting her mother pick out her wardrobe.

Hi, I'm Prudence. I will be your guide. Let me take a look at your schedules, she said in a friendly albeit goofy voice.

They handed her their schedules and she squinted at them as she looked them up and down. Corey laughed. Now she reminded him of a cartoon mole. That's funny. We have all the same classes except home economics at the end of the day, she said.

So I guess that means we’ll be spending quite a bit of time together, Corey said, taking Erin's hand and kissing it rather theatrically.

She snatched it away from him and thought about breaking his nose; her parents had raised her to be more disciplined than that. Instead, she chose to ignore him and concentrate on what Prudence was saying. The gym is just on the other side of the cafeteria; but we have health this term so we won't be having to deal with that right now.

Not very athletic Prudence? questioned Corey.

I have asthma, she confessed.

We eat lunch with our third period class which also includes a study hall. We have Mr. Anderson for history. He is pretty cool, she said.

How long have you lived here Prudence? Is it as boring as it seems? Corey inquired.

That was just rude! Erin snapped at him.

I didn't mean it like that, it's just a lot smaller than what I am used to, he said apologetically.

Well, there are lots of things to do here. We have two movie theaters, a bowling alley, a roller rink, and then there is the mall. People have parties, too. If you get invited to them that is.

I don't do parties, Erin said.

What! That's all I did in Orlando! Corey exclaimed.

Wow, you're from Orlando? That is so cool. I have an aunt and uncle who live there. We go every year so we don't have to pay to stay anywhere when we go to Disney World,

Yeah. I have been to Disney a ton of times. It gets old after a while. What about you E? asked Corey.

The name is Erin and I haven't been to Florida, she answered.

Sorry, Erin. Where are you from? Corey asked.

If you must know….

I must. He smiled slyly, interrupting her and making her angrier with him.

Alaska, she managed through clenched teeth.

You are very cute when you're angry, he commented.

Well, here we are: Mr. Duncan, Physical Science.

They knocked on the door and a short man with a mustache wearing a collared shirt with a bow tie came to the door. He ushered them in; Prudence handed him the pass from Mr. Perry. OK, Prudence. Take the last three seats in the back. I will have to get you two some books. Class, I would like to introduce you to our new students. Say your name and where you are from.

Your name and where you are from, Corey stated to the amusement of the class.

This caused the class to erupt with laughter; even Mr. Duncan chuckled at this.

My name is Erin Richards. I am from Alaska and this is my first day of school.

Don’t we know that? said one boy.

No; this is my first time going to school, Erin corrected.

What do you mean? he asked.

We were home schooled, Corey said.

Are you brother and sister? asked Mr. Duncan.

God, I hope not or I will have to get some laws changed so I can marry my sister, Corey said, smiling at Erin.

The class once again laughed. Erin shook her head and walked to one of the three vacant desks in the back of the class.

My name is Corey. I'm a Sagittarius and I enjoy long walks on the beach and pony rides. I'm from Florida, Orlando to be exact,

Now if you please Corey, have a seat, Mr. Duncan said.

Corey, Prudence, and Erin sat quietly for the rest of class. Corey continued to stare at Erin making her uncomfortable. She wasn't used to being around this many people her own age and she had never interacted with boys this much. She was unclear on whether this was normal or not, but she was sure that she did not like Corey. Their next class was Algebra 1; Corey slept through this class. Prudence took notes and Erin doodled and half paid attention; she couldn't understand why her parents would throw her into a situation like this. She would talk to her father tonight at dinner. They went to their third period class, World History. She could hardly believe what she heard in class. She had learned the false history and what really happened from her parents. To have to sit here and relearn things she already knew was driving her crazy. Corey on the other hand was reading the book very closely, laughing now and then. Prudence paid close attention to Mr. Anderson as he taught the class about the Ming Dynasty. Lunchtime arrived and Prudence and Erin went down to the lunchroom; they sat down at a table together. They had both brought their lunches. So do you miss your friends back home? Prudence asked.

There really isn't anyone to miss. I have never had friends, Erin answered.

Really. I don’t have many friends and I have lived here my whole life. I expect you will probably be moving on when you find your place in the caste system here, Prudence said half under her breath.

I don't believe in the caste system. I don't want to be a sheep being led by a shepherd either, she said, taking a bite of her sandwich.

Someone dropped a tray down beside Prudence and the sound caused her to jump. Corey sat down with a smile. I guess I will join you lovely ladies for lunch, he said.

The compliment made Prudence blush and feel awkward and shy, so she turned her attention to her lunch. Corey began to eat his lunch that didn't look like it came from the cafeteria. After lunch they had study hall. Prudence was eager to find out more about Erin so she asked her what Alaska was actually like. Cold isolated.., she started.

Sounds boring, Corey interrupted.

And perfect, Erin finished.

Orlando was awesome. I don't know why we left. I guess my parents want me to learn how to adapt to new surroundings, Corey stated.

I read our schedules wrong. We don't have a separate class until next semester, Prudence announced.

Just great. One more class with Corey as if she needed that. On their way to health class someone bumped Erin, knocking her books from under her arm and spilling them onto the floor. Before she had a chance to react Corey said something. Hey buddy! You want to watch it?

The offender turned around and saw Erin looking down at her books and immediately dropped to the floor to help pick them up. I am terribly sorry. I was in a hurry to get to class. My name is Jeremy. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?

She glanced up to see a very handsome boy kneeling in front of her. He had a short, even haircut and brown eyes. He was light skinned and from what she could judge he was a foot taller than she was. He dressed like he was going to a casual church service. Erin Richards, she said, smiling for the first time that day.

Corey snatched the books from Jeremy, but he didn't seem to notice as all his attention was focused on Erin. Corey handed Erin her books, but she took them without even looking at him. They continued on their way to health. Jeremy was also in their health class which annoyed Corey. Especially when Jeremy made one of his friends get up to give Erin his seat. Prudence looked rather disappointed as she looked down at her shoes and headed for the back of the class. Erin saw her and politely offered the boy his seat and followed Prudence to the back of the class. Prudence sat down with her head hung low and Erin sat beside her and tapped her on the shoulder. Prudence was ecstatic at seeing Erin beside her. Corey was as well because that meant she wasn't sitting by Jeremy.

The end of the day came. Erin started towards home when she heard someone calling her name. It was Prudence; she was headed the same way. Where do you live? asked Prudence.

On West Street, Erin said.

Wow! That's kind of far, Prudence said.

I've walked a lot farther than that, she said.

You know, they have a bus that goes out that way. You don't have to walk.

It's okay I like walking; its healthy, keeps me in shape.

Erin was really walking to get the lay of the land. She was in a new place and had only been there a couple of days before school started and had spent most of her time with her mother shopping for clothes. That was another thing she wasn't used to, normal teenage girls would love to go shopping. But Erin wasn't a normal teenage girl. She was the daughter of assassins. She studied everything on the way home. The houses, the cars, street signs, and people. A bus went by and someone on it whistled at them; it was Corey. Erin pretended not to notice him. Prudence, however, waved. As she and Prudence walked she noticed a group of girls a little ahead of them. She had waited a few minutes after school before she left. Obviously Prudence had as well. Prudence dropped the books she was holding. Oh shoot, I can be so clumsy sometimes. Erin stooped down to help her gather her things.

She noticed that Prudence gathered her books and papers rather sluggishly. Then she looked at the girls who were getting farther and farther away. You dropped those books on purpose, she said.

No. I'm such a klutz sometimes, she said shyly.

It was those girls wasn't it? Are they mean to you? Tell me! Erin asked forcefully.

Sometimes. Not all the time, they just like playing around, Prudence said.

It doesn't seem like playing to me if you are scared of them, Erin commented.

You will find out soon enough; those three are some of the most popular girls in our grade. And Jeremy is a sophomore and he seems interested in you. The girl in the white blouse is Kirsten; she's the meanest of the three. The other two are scared of her like everyone else.

She doesn't scare me, Erin said.

Give her time. She will. Jeremy is her ex-boyfriend, Prudence informed her.

They continued to walk and soon came upon Clark Street where Prudence lived. Prudence waved goodbye and turned off. Erin continued her walk in silence, but soon she felt that she was being tailed. She cut down a back street and continued her walk. She glanced behind her and caught a glimpse of someone slipping around a corner. She quickened her pace slightly; after a few minutes she didn't notice anyone following her anymore. She came off of the back street and walked around a house that was on the corner of the street. She walked right into someone, falling to the ground. At this time of day the sun was in her eyes and she couldn't make him out clearly.

What's the story morning glory? he asked as he offered a hand to help her to her feet.

She swatted it away and got up and brushed herself off. Why are you following me? Erin snapped.

Well I wasn't. I got off the bus early and walked the rest of the way here. This is where I live. You want to come in get a drink, meet your future in laws?

No thank you Corey! I don't have time for this. I have to get home soon! she said angrily.

Why didn't you just ride the bus? he asked.

Because with my luck you would have been on it, Erin said rather harshly.

Ouch! Well at least you were thinking about me. That's a start, he said rather cockily.

UGGGGGH! Erin stomped away.

See you tomorrow, he called after her.

She went on her way and finally reached home at a quarter to five. Her father was in the living room with his back to her reading the paper. You're fifteen minutes late, he said.

Sorry Dad, there was this girl from class I walked home with. After I left her I felt someone tailing me.

Tailing? her Dad said, folding his paper down and turning to look at her.

It was just a boy from class whose house was on the same route. He held me up for a few minutes.

A girl from class and a boy; you're making friends. That's good, her mother said coming out of the kitchen.

Not the boy. Just the girl, Prudence, Erin said.

And the boy? What is his name? asked her mother.

Corey.

Come on, let's have dinner, her mother said.

They went in and sat down to a nice meal that her mother had prepared, a salad, chicken parmigiana and a dessert. Wow, Mom, you must have had a lot of time on your hands today.

Well this place is pretty boring. I have to do something. I might have to start volunteering at your school or become a chef here at home.

Dad, why did we move here? Erin questioned.

Because it’s different. We want you to learn how to adapt to new surroundings, he explained.

Adapt? she asked puzzled.

Yes adapt.

Are there any more of us around here? Erin asked.

Not that I know of, why? asked her father.

That boy I told you about, she began.

Corey, her mother said.

Yes, he said the same thing Dad just said. He was even home schooled like I was until now.

I don't think there are. I can check, but it seems like a coincidence to me. They usually don't put more than one family in a small community like this

Yes, but why did we move here?

Honey, you got this one. I have to make a phone call, her dad said getting up from the table.

Well, Erin dear, all of your training has lead to this point. This is your final trial. We put you in high school so you can learn how to interact with people, adapt and blend in. You have never been around this many people on a day-to-day basis. You are already off to a good start.

How is that? Erin asked

You have already made two friends,

One: Prudence, she corrected.

By the time you graduate you will be ready to go off on your own. Just like your father and I do. Maybe even meet someone. That's how I met your father.

Hey kiddo, we are the only assassins in the area. The closest family is over one hundred miles away, called her dad.

So it was just a coincidence that Corey had a similar upbringing, her mother said.

Now get upstairs and do your homework and make sure your room is in order. You never know when we will have an inspection, her dad reminded her.

A few blocks away Corey was telling his family about his day at school over pizza. Yeah, it was great. You should have seen this girl I met today. Her name is Erin. I think she likes me even though she pretends not to.

What did you have for lunch? asked his mother.

Steak, a baked potato, and asparagus, he said.

Boy! Someone was missing a good lunch, said his father.

Yeah, the principal, Corey laughed.

Hey, that's my boy: go big or go home, said his father.

So tell us more about this girl, his mother said.

Well, she was home schooled like me; she is from Alaska and today was her very first day of public school. They don't raise thieves in Alaska do they? Corey finished.

His mother and father exchanged wide-eyed glances. His father let his wife know with his eyes that they would talk about it later. Corey finished his dinner and went to watch television. His parents continued their conversation verbally.

Do you think that a family of them could be here? worried Corey's mom.

I am not sure Theresa, but we may need to find out.

Definitely they hate us.

The feeling is mutual. We don't have much love for them. Thieves and assassins have hated each other for centuries.

Fred, you would think that all of that would be squashed in this day and age.

Yes, well I guess we all carry on the traditions of our ancestors. We steal and they kill two of the original commandments, said Corey's dad.

I hope for the boy's sake she isn't one of them. She would probably make him her first kill if she knew what he was, worried Theresa.

It doesn't work like that. It has to be justified and cleared through the proper channels. We aren't targets, thank God. Just not welcomed with open arms.

Thieves and Assassins: two organizations as old as time itself. Pitted against each other for centuries. Once the best of friends, somewhere long ago the factions fell apart and have they feuded ever since. Each group believed in its own superiority. Assassins kill without emotion. Thieves take without regret. Two of the biggest sins, contracted out. They receive their orders from a higher source. It doesn't matter who the target is. Be it a revolutionary or the head of a country, if it fits the agenda it gets done. The course of history has been changed by many an assassin. Thieves are no different. They will steal whatever is necessary to make change. They are the ones who stole the Ark of the Covenant and spirited it away to an unknown location. They can seize your precious valuables without you even noticing, and that's just for practice. Very rarely do they interact with their counter parts, but when they do, the outcome is usually violent. They do not play well together.

Corey lay in bed looking at the date. His favorite comic book would be on sale tomorrow. He would pick it up on the way home. Literally, Corey had never paid for a thing in his life. From the age of two he was trained on how to steal. He was so good at it he could probably take your underwear without you noticing. To the ordinary eye these were just two African American families who were new in town. But they were a house of assassins and a den of thieves. Corey drifted off to sleep, wondering what the next day would bring.

3:00 A.M.

Erin was startled awake as her bedroom door crashed open. She reached under her pillow as she rolled out of bed. She came up brandishing a Desert Eagle 9mm. The assailant knocked the gun from her hand. Erin countered this with a nice foot sweep, sending her assailant to the floor. She then dove over to her desk and pulled out a sawed off shotgun she had fastened underneath. With the assailant down she pointed the gun directly at him with her finger on the trigger. Another assailant rushed into the room. Erin ducked and brought the butt end crashing into this ones chest, sending him flying back into the hallway and down the stairs. Then she picked up her handgun and darted down the hall to her parent’s room and climbed out of the window onto the roof, jumping off and rolling so she wouldn't get hurt. One of the assailants came out of the house and began clapping. That was a good drill, Mrs. Richards said pulling off her mask.

I don't know Marie, let me see those guns, her father said skeptically.

Her father took them and looked at them closely. Just as I thought. The safety is still on. What have I told you about that? Mr. Richards scolded.

Safety on could be the difference between life and death, Erin said shamefully.

From now on safety off as soon as the drill starts. Suppose this wasn't a drill? he asked.

But it was, Erin said.

It could very well have been real. We may have to leave you home alone. You have to be able to defend yourself! her father fussed. I expect you to be more disciplined than that!

Listen to your father. Being an assassin isn't easy or safe. You have to be ready at all times.

If it isn't easy or safe then why do we do it? Erin questioned.

Because it is our job. We were born into it. You can't just walk into this life. It starts in the womb. It's in your blood. In mine, in your father's, your grandparents.

You expect me to believe my grandparents are all assassins?

Yes.

But they seem so normal, Erin said.

Retirement does that to you. If you are lucky enough to reach retirement age. You enjoy the quiet years and family a little more, her father said.

I'm sorry. Next time, safety off, Erin smiled.

That's my girl. Now go to bed, there’s school in the morning. I'll drive you tomorrow so you can get a little extra sleep, said Erin's father.

Thanks Dad. I love you both, Erin said giving them a hug.

Erin was awakened by the sound of rain against her windowpane. The sound was so soothing she thought about lying there all day. She was glad her father was driving her to school. She hated rain exercises more than anything else. She could smell that her mother had too much time on her hands as the aroma of bacon wafted up the stairs. She got out of bed and hopped in the shower. After her shower was over she dried her hair and fixed it into a single ponytail. Dressed, she slowly descended the stairs. Her father was reading the paper and drinking his coffee as usual. Morning Kiddo, came from behind his paper.

Good morning sir.

Good morning dear. I have been up for hours looking at recipes online. We might be having steak and crab meat with a hollandaise sauce. You don't realize how fast children grow up until they aren't around anymore, her mother said.

Mom, I'm just in public school, Erin said.

Yes, but before that your mother handled your education and we both worked on your training. That took a lot of time and effort. Now until we get an assignment, we don't have a lot to do.

Erin ate her breakfast, then she and her father left for school. On the way they spotted a girl in a bright pink raincoat wearing pink and white poke a dotted rain boots. Dad, pull over, Erin said.

He obliged and they stopped a little ahead of the girl.

Prudence, do you need a ride? Erin yelled out into the downpour.

Yes please, she responded.

She climbed in and Erin introduced her.

Dad this is my friend Prudence, the one I told you about last night.

Nice to meet you Prudence, said Stephen Richards.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Richards.

They continued on their way and saw another person walking with an umbrella and a trench coat and fedora. Erin could tell right away that it was Corey and said nothing as they passed him by as the fury of rain pelted him. When they got to school Prudence shook off her wet coat and boots and put them in her locker. Two of the girls from the previous day were pointing and snickering at her. Erin could tell it hurt Prudence's feelings. Erin didn't know what to say. She had never been in this type of situation before. But as she was about to offer some advice to her friend. Someone bumped her hard. She could tell it was on purpose.

Watch it new girl! the person spat.

Seems you are the one who needs to watch it. I was standing here first! Erin growled.

Don't, that's Kirsten Armstrong, Prudence pleaded, grabbing Erin's arm.

I don't care who she is. She had better not bump into me again! Erin snapped.

You should listen to your nerd friend, Kirsten snarled.

Look, I don't want any trouble, Erin began as Kirsten rushed at her.

Of course you don't, Kirsten said, shoving Erin as hard as she could.

Erin was unmovable. Kirsten was surprised that Erin didn't budge. She tried to play it off like she hadn't shoved her that hard. Just stay out of my way! she spat.

If you learn to walk like the rest of your primate clan, I don't think that will be a problem! Erin argued. Everyone within earshot began to laugh.

Kirsten turned and stormed off in a huff. Wow! You're brave. Kirsten is one of the meanest girls at school, Prudence informed Erin.

What is her problem? She doesn't even know me, Erin asked.

Remember I told you that's Jeremy's ex. Word travels fast around here. She must have heard that Jeremy likes you.

So what does that mean? Erin asked.

They break up all the time. This is the longest they have been apart, two whole months

What's a nerd? Erin inquired.

An unstylish, unattractive, or socially inept person, especially one slavishly devoted to intellectual or academic pursuits, Prudence responded.

A smart person, Erin said.

Intrinsically, Prudence answered.

That seems mean to call someone that for being smart, Erin said.

Where are you from? Don't you know anything about social class? Prudence inquired.

No, we never really got into that kind of stuff, Erin told her.

I’ll have to show you how we are divided up at lunch, Prudence said.

Hey, are you alright? Corey asked walking over to them.

I'm fine, thanks for asking, Erin said.

They went to their first class and Erin listened to Mr. Duncan. She was trying to see how much of what he was teaching she already knew, which was everything. Prudence was hunched over her notebook writing feverishly. Erin felt someone staring at her. She turned around and a brown haired girl quickly looked away. She was one of the girl's who hung around Kirsten. Erin turned back around and Mr. Duncan asked her a question, thinking that she wasn't paying attention. She fired off a couple of answers about photosynthesis that really impressed him. Prudence sat there, agape at how intelligent Erin seemed to be. In the middle of class the principal came on the intercom.

It is with great sadness that we must inform the students and staff that Coach Lou Perry was involved in an accident last night. He has passed away, so we would like to have a moment of silence.

Oh no! Coach Perry was so nice, Prudence said.

I didn't know him very well, but I am sorry. Erin tried her best at comforting her.

They went to their math class where the teacher always had the night’s homework assignment on the board. Erin opened her book and started on it as she glanced around now and then to see what Prudence was doing. She noticed Corey was doing his homework as well. He paid her no attention as he diligently worked on his assignment. Erin looked around and there was a girl staring at her. This girl with a cherub like face, black hair and an extremely pale complexion that was highlighted by her dark lipstick and eye makeup. Erin couldn't quite get her expression. She couldn't tell if it was angry or sad; she gave Erin a quick what's up head flick. Erin didn't know what to make of this. She gave the girl a confused smile then went back to her work. After class Erin asked who the dark haired girl was from their class. Oh her, that's Ursula Nightshade. She's a loner, doesn't associate with too many normal people as she calls us, Prudence said.

What do you mean normal people? Erin quizzed her.

She says we are all sheep who fit into a certain mold, Prudence explained.

I don't know about the two of you, but I am hungry, Corey said joining in on the conversation

Who asked you? Erin snapped.

You know, your nose does this cute little thing when you're angry Erin, he said with a coy smile.

She hurried ahead to history class leaving Prudence and Corey behind. She does not seem fond of you does she? Prudence asked.

Ah, just give her some time. She will warm up to me. As a matter a fact you are invited to our wedding, he smiled.

If you didn't act so immature she might try to get to know you, Prudence informed him.

You might be right, oh wise one, Corey said as they ambled through the door.

Ursula

Ursula was a girl of average height and medium build, a cherub face, pale skin and black hair. Prudence was right. She didn't associate with anyone from school. She kept to herself; she had one friend and was somewhat content with that. He was the only one besides her sister who truly understood her. Now that her sister was away at college, he was her sole confidant. Have you seen those new kids at school? the boy asked her.

Yeah, Ursula replied as if bored.

What do you think of them?

I don't know! The girl looks lost and the boy is kind of arrogant! She growled at him.

Not Lake View arrogant though, he said.

I guess not Evan. So what do you care? she said, pulling out a joint.

I'm just saying I think you have been checking the new guy out. Tell me what you think of him honestly, Evan said.

You really want to know what I think? she snarled.

You know I do, he said.

He's cute I guess, but he isn't my type.

You mean he isn't me, Evan said with a smile.

No one could ever be you.

You're damn right, he said with a half smile.

I knew you were going to say that, she told him.

You always know what I'm going to say, because it's what you want to hear, Evan said.

Shut up. You are such a smart ass!

An old lady looked at her with shock when she said it. Ursula and Evan just laughed. Then Ursula lit her joint and began to puff on it. They walked to their favorite park and sat down on the swing set like they had done almost every day since the seventh grade. Ursula swung back and forth and stared at the ground. She inhaled and held the smoke in for so long she thought her lungs would burst. She exhaled and looked up at the rapidly darkening sky. She started drawing a heart in the playground sand. She put U. N. + E. H. inside it. Evan smiled. Ursula smiled back at him then tears began to form in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. As the tears tickled her cheeks and blurred her vision she looked at Evan. I love you,

I know, he said as he put a hand on her back and rubbed it

She dropped the roach on the ground and mashed it into the sand with her boot. I'm going home.

Why? Evan asked.

I'm high and I'm hungry,

Is that all you are? he asked.

It was quiet as the grave and neither of them talked. There really wasn't a need to. They had an unspoken bond. Evan always knew what Ursula wanted to hear. He always said the things to make her happy if he could, but on the rare occasion he would say what she honestly needed to hear from him. She walked inside and went into the kitchen and began to poke around the fridge. Her mother called to her from the dining room to let her know that they were sitting down to dinner. She sighed heavily as she put her hand on the door in between the kitchen and the dining room.

After dinner she soaked in the tub for a while. Then she got out and dried her hair. There wasn't much for her to do so she collapsed into her bed. She fell into an uneasy sleep. She woke at around midnight. She noticed her window was open and the gentle breeze blowing in was making it cold in her room. She got out of bed and her feet touched the icy floor. She crossed the room to close the window. Couldn't sleep?

You know I don't sleep well, she told Evan as she crossed over to lock her bedroom door.

She fumbled in her dresser drawer, then reopened the window, turned on a fan and sat beside Evan on the bed. She lit a joint and began to puff on it.

You know drugs are bad, he said jokingly.

She laughed at him. Funny you weren't saying that when you got me to start smoking these.

I know but you probably shouldn't still smoke, he replied.

It just makes things easier to deal with, if you know what I mean.

I know exactly what you mean, Evan smiled.

She turned the fan off and walked over to the window and leaned out. It was still warm for this time of year, but the smell of fall was heavy in the air. It's beautiful out tonight. The stars are just wonderful.

The view is even better where I am, he said.

She turned quickly around with a hint of sadness on her face. She stared at her bed. I'm going to try to go back to sleep,

Okay, he said as he stood up. I didn't mean to upset you.

It's not your fault, really, she said, exhaling the smoke from her lungs.

She flicked the roach out of her window. She didn't bother to close it. She pulled back the covers and lay down in the bed.

Good night Evan. There was no reply.

She got up once more and closed the window and unlocked her door. She crawled back into bed, her eyes threatening to flood her pillow. In the morning she hardly recognized the other girl in the mirror with her puffy eyes staring at her. She freshened up and got dressed and was out of the house before she encountered either of her parents. She went to a convenience store and got a cup of coffee and waited for the bus. It arrived and she headed for her usual seat on the back left side. Evan was there as usual. No one else dared to sit in Ursula's seat on the bus; everyone knew to stay away from her unofficial assigned seat. Corey sat in the seat opposite her and she glanced up for a second and their eyes met. Corey gave her a small smile but she returned his greeting with a scowl, put her head down and pulled out a book of poetry. Evan had a small smug smile on his face.

Stop that, she whispered to him.

What? The new guy just smiled at you. It's kind of funny.

No it isn't, she whispered. Aren't you, she began.

Jealous. Do you want me to be?

Sometimes I wish you were and sometimes not, she whispered.

I'm happy, he said with a smile playing around his mouth.

I wish I could be, Ursula murmured.

I think you should try. It's like Paige says, high school doesn't matter once you graduate. Why don't you start taking her advice? I can't be your only friend for the rest of your life, Evan said.

It might not be that long, she said, staring out of the window.

Evan frowned at her but didn't say anything. She turned away from his glare that was meant to make her feel guilty, but didn't. The bus stopped and as Ursula got up she dropped her book. Corey scooped it up quickly and he handed it to her. Poe is my favorite, but I like Plath's poem about her dad, he said with a friendly smile.

She snatched the book from him and shoved her way off the bus. Don't take it personal. She doesn't like people, dude, a boy told him.

Ursula went into the girls' bathroom. She heard some girls giggling, but when she walked in they quickly cleared out. Everyone at the school knew to stay out of Ursula's way or there would be consequences. There was a rumor that a girl had sat in Ursula’s seat on the first day of school and was never heard from again. People also heard she worshiped the devil and that if your favorite pet was missing then she probably sacrificed it to her dark lord. None of this was true, but it kept people from bothering her. Besides, she hadn't cared what people thought of her for a long time. She exited the bathroom and Evan was outside waiting patiently. We're going to be late, he said.

Thank you white rabbit, she said as she headed off to class.

She liked her first period art class. The world around her ceased to exist as she lost herself in her dark world. She had been drawing her own comic books for a couple of years now. Not that she intended on getting it published, but just for her own satisfaction, a way to paint the world as she saw it. There was another boy in her class who was always trying to get her attention, but she rarely made contact with anyone besides the teacher. The boy had taken an interest in her but she blocked everyone else out. Everyone except Evan, that is. She was content with her comic books that featured she and Evan in a world where things were the way they should be. In her comic books nothing and no one else mattered. All other people involved were just bit players to fill in the empty spaces around her and Evan. Her art teacher left her to herself because she admired Ursula’s work and Ursula always did well on her quizzes. The boy continued trying to get her attention until class was over. When the bell rang Ursula grabbed her things and rushed out of class before the boy had gathered his things. She met Evan in the hallway.

Your list of admirers grows, Evan said.

You don't have to worry. I didn't give him the time of day. I'm not cheating on you.

I didn't say you were. Do you think that's what I would say?

Sometimes I don't care what you would say! she snapped at him before heading to her math class.

She zoned out for a while in class, then raised her hand while the teacher was talking.

Yes Ursula, do you know the answer? he asked.

No I just need to go to the bathroom, she replied

He allowed her to go even though she could tell he was annoyed. She went into the bathroom into the stall and lit up. She was now more relaxed, puffing on her joint for a few minutes. She was alone until she heard the door open to the bathroom and quickly extinguished her joint. She peered through the stall doors and saw it was the new guidance counselor, Ms. Campbell, Coach Perry's replacement. Do you like watching people wash their hands? she asked Ursula.

No.

Then what are you doing in there? she asked.

I just needed to get out of class for a minute, she said, flushing half of the joint down the toilet and coming out of the stall.

Ms. Campbell looked her over for a few minutes, stopping on Ursula's eyes. She could see the pain in them that all the others couldn't. She could also tell by the smell and the redness that she had been getting high. If you ever want to talk get permission from one of your teachers to come and see me. Or just grab me in the hallway or stop by my office.

No thank you, Ursula said.

I have read Coach Perry's notes on you, as well as the reports from middle school. I could make you come with me now, but that won't help. It has to be your decision, Ms. Campbell said as she walked towards the door.

At lunch Ursula sat in her corner trying not to pay close attention to anyone else around. Prudence was giving Erin and Corey the lay of the land. Those are the cool kids; those are the people like me, the girl over there is Ursula. She has her own group, Prudence said.

She rides my bus. I tried to talk to her but she just frowned at me, Corey said.

At least she has good sense! Erin quipped.

I'm beginning to think you don't like me, Corey said sarcastically.

Hey, looks like you have a fan club, Evan said.

Ursula looked straight at Prudence, causing the poor girl to choke on her apple juice. Then she grabbed her things and left the cafeteria. Prudence, are you okay? Erin asked patting her on the back.

I'm fine. It's like she knew I had just been talking about her, Prudence uttered between breaths.

Ursula spent the remainder of lunch outside talking to Evan. You know Ms. Campbell is right. Maybe you should talk to her.

No! I don't want to talk to anyone.

Except me, he said.

You're the only one who understands, she said.

I'm the only one you think would understand is what you really mean.

"I don't know! I'm confused. I'm just so tired! Life