Snow
It was the middle of the winter and it just started snowing. It was actually kinda of pretty, the snow was slowly falling to the ground and every second there was a new layer. This was pretty until I had to walk in it, until I fell in it. That's when I remembered how much I hate snow.
My name, well for now it's not that important, I think if I died now no one would even remember it. For now call me Lola. I'm 23 years old and 5'8. If I sound depressed don't worry I'm not, I'm just not afraid to admit the truth.
The truth is I'm stubborn, I'm introverted, selfish, and can be pretty mean when I want to be. But I don't think of these flaws, as flaws I think of them as things that help me get through life.
Now that the introductions are over let's get to the story. The story about me, just an ordinary person who happens to be an assassin who probably just saved the world, with the help of a couple people of course.
You interested?
