SummerA Story by HannahNone of my classmates would guess I was hiding bodies at the back of dumpsters, hanging out in grungy bars with my Uncle or spending half my time in the laundrette, praying ‘blood won't stain’.I hunch my shoulders as I walk, head down, feet forward.
That’s what they taught me. On the street
you are inconspicuous, unseen, a mere shadow that must avoid all contact with
light. So, I’m guessing at this present second you’re rather confused about my situation, probably wanting the truth. Well, it’s a pretty unbelievable story but I’m going to force you to listen; even if it means strapping you to the chair you’re sat in. I am Naomi Watts, your average sixteen-year-old. I drink,
party, study and avoid chores at all costs. But, there’s one itsy-bitsy detail
about me not many people suspect. I kill people. Yep, you heard me right. I am
capable of taking down a fully grown man with just one move. So can my Mom and
Dad, friends and teachers. This summer, Henry and Philippa Watts made the fatal mistake
of shipping me off to spend the holiday with my Uncle in Russia. I stop in my tracks and look up. I’ve reached my destination. My intense grey eyes survey the building that looms before me; its Romanesque style architecture adding to its impressive size. I’d spent almost half my life learning here. New styles of combat, weapons, foreign tongues, strategies of attack. I’d even been ranked first in the class on a few occasions which was hard considering I was up against the elites. It was my first day. And this year, I wasn’t little Omi who plastered a smile on her face every day. That girl died in Russia while her fists hit a punching bag for five hours until her knuckles bled. I am Naomi Ivanoa Watts. The girl who will break this school; tear it down from the inside. My goal is to expose my peers, trainers and even my parents for the mockery they conform to, their government. I am a bulldozer and this is my wall. So, when I enter through the front gates, no one will know what really happened over my summer break. None of my classmates would guess I was hiding bodies at the back of dumpsters, hanging out in grungy bars with my Uncle or spending half my time in the laundrette, praying ‘blood wont stain’. © 2016 HannahFeatured Review
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