Garroth and I sat in our clients private jet.

We were looking through the file and just having a conversation.

"So how do you get a guy to fall for you?" I asked.

"I dunno, never did it before."

"Never had a girl fall for you either..." I mumbled.

"Heard that!"

I rolled my eyes and then the pilot informed us that we would be landing shortly.

We landed and there was a man standing with a sign with mine and Garroth's names.

"That's us."

He nodded and we followed him into a car, putting our bags in the trunk. Garroth and I sat in the back seat, I re-read the main mission letter for the hundredth time.

Target: Travis Valkrum
Break his heart.
Kill him.
Make it slow and painful.
Complete by graduation next year.

There were a few other details, but the important ones were at the top in bold.

We got to a two story house. It was nice. Secluded.

"Dibs on biggest room!" I shouted, running into the house. Garroth followed close behind. I ran up the stairs, and there was only one room upstairs. "Is there a room downstairs?" I yelled.

"Yeah," Garroth looked up the stairs, "let me guess, you want upstairs?"

I grinned and nodded.

The sun was going down already, informing us that the day had slipped by all too fast. I watched from my new bedroom window as the sun died out for the moon to live tonight. The sky was painted in various reds and oranges.

"Mommy? Why does the sky turn colours at the end of the day?"

"Because every time an artist dies, they get to paint the sunset"

"Wow....can I paint the sunset when I die?"

"Sure, sweetie. I bet it'll be the most beautiful sunset ever"

The memory only became bitter, and I no longer thought of it as a treasured dream any longer. I walked downstairs and scattered the files and letters across the kitchen table. I pulled out a notebook and a few pencils, deciding to write down my plan, have it all sketched out. Because killing is like a strategic game. You need to think everything through, and know the moves. Or it's your life on the line.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, and started mixing in some sugar.

"What's all this?"

I turned around and saw Garroth looking at everything. He was in his pajama pants, and had a towel around his neck, and his sunshine locks were wet, signifying he had just showered.

"I'm planning out what to do for our first day of school tomorrow."

"Ugh, what do you think normal highschool is like?"

"I dunno, I like to think it's the same as what we're used to," I shrugged, leaning on the counter and sipping my coffee.

"Really? Cause we're used to being in a room with a bunch of murderers in training, you think it'll be just like that?"

He chuckled.

"Well everyone there is thinking of murder, whether they decide to act on it or not, is complete chance."

"So what are we gonna do about Valkrum?"

"I was thinking of you becoming friends with him. And then it'll be easier to get in."

"Don't dump this all on me, Katelyn. You have to get him to fall in love with you, not me."

"Ah yes, but I bet you and him would be a cute couple."

"Oh shut it."

I laughed and walked over to the table, looking at the journal. I set my mug down and picked up the pencil.

"First we need to make sure who Valkrum is. We just need to know what he looks like first. Then I'll "accidentally" bump into him in the hallway, dropping all of my books. If he's a gentleman, or a decent human being, he'll bend down to help me pick them up. I'll tell him I'm kind of lost, and then have him show me around."

"You got this all planned out, don't you?"

"Well the first hour of the day. Again, most of my plan is relying on him being a decent human being. So I have no clue if this plan will work."

"Maybe you shouldn't plan so much, it's not like you can determine everything that's going to happen, you can't control the world. Try and just work on instincts for once."

"Who always wins between us, blondie?"

"....you..."

"That's right. Go get some rest, we don't wanna be late for our first day tomorrow."

"Alright, night."

I sat down and grabbed the map of the school. I needed to have it memorised. I sketched out the first and second floor into my journal, and then wrote out my school schedule.

My eyes grew heavy, and the light in the kitchen seemed to be working harder and harder for me to see my work. I looked at the clock to see it was one in the morning. I put my cup in the dishwasher and decided to go to bed.

I stretched my limbs and let my eyelids win, and they dropped. I fell asleep instantly.

The obnoxious blare of my alarm clock rang throughout my ears. My eyes snapped open, and I bolted up in my bed. I groaned and went to shower.

After my shower, I got dressed in the school uniform. A grey plaid skirt, white shirt, black blazer, black tie, knee socks, and sneakers. I walked down the stairs to see Garroth half asleep leaning over the toaster.

"What's for breakfast?"

"I dunno, it said "pop-tarts" on the box, so I'm making them."

I picked up the box and looked at the ingredients. I gasped and smacked the moron upside his head.

"Idiot! We have been on strict diets practically our whole lives! And you're gonna throw it all away for this junk?!"

"Hey, I am very fit, a couple extra calories never hurt anyone."

"Obese diabetics have died form "a couple extra calories", you're gonna die."

"You're paranoid!"

"Whatever, eat your junk. I'm having toast and coffee."

"You know, coffee isn't good for you either."

"You're one to talk, Mr. Pop-tart."

Garroth rolled his eyes and ignored me.

We finished our food and grabbed our bags, heading out to the running car. Garroth drove and I went over things in my journal.

The car pulled to a stop, and I looked up at the large building. Sand coloured bricks stacked together into a building. Students all dressed the same walking through the front doors, talking.

"You nervous?" Garroth asked, leaning forward and gaping at the building.

"Of course not, you?"

"Terrified."

"That makes two of us..."

A/N I'm super excited for this book! The more I write, the more excited I am. Okay, I should be sleeping, it's 1:40 in the morning, and I'm writing....typical. Oh well, I love you all devils, byeeeee.
Song: Get Away With Murder