Time skippe to 9 years.. (lol this early?)

▪ ▪ Y/n's P.O.V ▪ ▪

9 years, it's like 9 decades. Like 9 forever. I've been here....

For so long..

I was awakened by slight knocking on my Door. Hearing a voice who called; “my Darling Y/n wake up, it's the end of your school days, but now it's time to go.” My ‘Dad’ called, flashback to a new memory.

“I'll be there Dad! I need to change!” I called, the knocking stopped. “Okay then, breakfast is ready, feel free to come by!” Dad Called back as I ran quickly to the bathroom, taking a short bath.

I changed into my school clothes and dashed out of my room, running down stairs, and dashed in the living room. “You seem energetic today.” Dad chuckled, I rolled my eyes at him.

“I am, ‘cause I want to graduate!” I said with excitement in my voice. “Yes. Today is the day.” He hugged me and I hugged back. “Here's your oatmeal, I will be right back to get your graduation coat thing that I don't remember how to call it.” He said with sarcasm, I laughed lightly.

After finishing my oatmeal, I got some milk out of the fridge and drank it. Dad came soon as after I got my bag ready. “Already?” I giggled, he ruffled my hair, which kinds of, annoys me. “My little girl is growing up.” I slightly cringed, but giggled at the Same time “You're supposed to say that to teens with dates!” I remarked. He chuckled.

“But you're old enough to be told this way sweetheart.” Is he serious? “In your dreams dad.” I picked up my backpack, walking out of the house, with my dad trailing behind me. I hopped in his car, and drove with him to school.

After driving me to school, I kissed him on his cheeks, and waved goodbye, like I always do. I walked in, to be greeted with so many posters of 'graduation day' so it's the end of college.

It's a good thing I study well, and get a higher chance of being what I wanted to be, an assassin. I know it's cruel, but it's my thing. I like how psychopaths treat their victims in this country. And I love it.

But I'm so innocent, why would i do that?

How did I even call myself innocent?

Meh..

As i walked in my classroom, everyone was all over the place, like wow, it's now a supermarket, it silenced for 2 seconds, but became noisy again. It's like they thought I was the teacher coming in.

I sat by my place, i never really had so much friends, I only made a few. I get into fights but never have been involved. I'm the savage queen of this classroom, because I burn every boy that comes near me. Because I'm born this way.

As class started, nothing really happend just because we finished all of our books. And its fine, no one made a single sound, because if someone is listing. I don't get its still popularized today. I mean I thought the listing things are those people who are in elementary.

I heard this song that I actually understand.

A
B
C
D
Elementary
High school
College
Balik (back to)nursery(I am Filipino, but a Cebuano so don't judge) 

It's made by a country, so I got it from there. Which I find it funny. But I like this song better. Which I found in insta.

A B C D E F G, gummy bears are chasing me, one is red, one is blue, one is peeing on my shoe, now I am running for my life, cause the red one has a knife.

Gawd, I loved that song, I used to sing it everywhere, my dad gets annoyed. But he finds it funny too. I made up a song for that. It was quite funny

But I'm not in a mood today.

Class ended, so it was recess. I walked back to my locker, opened it up using my password lock 1434, it's so weird I could puke at any moment, but heck it's the number for "I love you----" and I have no idea what the '4' means, I don't know. They're playing tricks on me. Like so,

I was walking around the halls, ‘til I came across a bulletin board with notes on it, one said was

“TAKE YOUR DATE TO PROM, YOUR DATE WOULD SURELY LIKE IT.....

BUT I MEAN LOOOOOVVEE IT.”

I don't have a date, surely my dad told me, “love is a distraction, you need to lose it.” And yeah, none of you somehow, don't get it. Take this for an explanation.

Homework, but you took videogames first. It's like having homework but you 'love videogames' so you took it first until you forgot. That's why its a distraction. Your love for anything even a 'date' can distract from whatever that is important that them.

Now, it makes everyone not to believe in love anymore doesn't it? Well you'll soon out of it when you learn ‘love is a distraction’ is something else that heartbroken people that moved on.

I walked back to my classroom, sat on my seat drawing, more like doodling. In my sketchpad, until I heard two passersby talking with an unlikely conversation. I wonder what they're talking about.

It's so suspicious.

“Have heard kids were kidnapped 9 years ago?”

“Yeah, I heard that they were used as test subjects, but they escaped.”

“Yeah, and I heard one of them was turned a half cat, half human.”

“Yeah same, I heard that they were used for experiments, made by some ‘mafia.’”

“That's true, I think they were using them for something to do with other mafias.”

Like what the hell are they talking about? And yes, I was kidnapped by some idiot for experiments, but a stupid mafia?

LIKE WHAAAAAAAAT??

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Edited: 4/19/20
Word count: 999 words