Quinn Greer
When I was just a little girl I thought that the world was all rainbows and unicorns. I didn't think that anything could hurt you. That everyone was nice.
My little five-year old self could not have been more wrong. This world is sick, evil, twisted, munipulitive and haunting. This world loves to prey on teenagers and little girls. Love to take their innocence. Love to ruin lives that have just begun.
My name is Quinn Greer. Also known as Mara Jade the assassin. I don't like my original name because it makes me tied to my family. My family shut me out of their lives when I was only thirteen-years old. They couldn't deal with the fact that my mom cheated on her husband with my dad. I was the bastered child.
My sister Stephenie was, as my mother called it, a 'god send'. I was hated by my own family. The one thing that was suppose to make me feel safe and wanted, ended up making me feel like utter shit. Made me feel fear non-stop. I always felt like I never belonged. I was the outsider.
I had dirty blonde hair were my family had brunette. I had lots of curves were my 'family' were twigs. I could never wear any skin tight clothes, I could only wear sweats. My face was heart shaped were my family had square faces. I had a tiny button nose. My family had big ones.
I was the total opposite from my family. I like it too. I'm now 16 and I am a trained assassin. My teacher found me on the streets fighting in the underground ring. He saw 'potential' he said. He taught me about being fearless, compassionate, love, loyalty and so much more. He taught me how to properly fight. I only kill the bad people of the world. Like the murders and the crime bosses and the mobsters. Like I said the really messed up people in this world.
I still have to go to school though, actually that's where I am right now. Well High School to be exact. As I walk in to my last class of the day, also known as math, I get cat calls as walk down the row of desks to get to my seat all the way to the back. I still to this day don't know why they find me attractive when all I'm wearing is sweat pants and a crop top. It's barely showing my stomach.
When I get to my seat I gracefully swing in and put my bag on the floor. Mr. Montgomery starts his class and I start to doodle in my note book of doodles. When I'm in the middle of doodling a wolf with blood coming out of its mouth I feel a poke on the left elbow. I look up to see a nerd and a pice of paper in his hand, as I go to reach for it he finches back and looks like I was about to puch him to pices. I hold out my hand and wait patiently for him to put the paper in my hand.
After a moment the nerd realizes nothing happend to him and he looks up expectedly. I keep a small smile on my face so he knows I'm no threat. As I start to get a good look at him though I start to see why he acted the way he did. He was a nerd I know that for a fact. He had blue glasses with his light brown hair.
He has nice green eyes like the grass in the spring unlike my hazel ones that I got from my father. He has a nice red and black plaid shirt on and nice cacky cargo tan pants on. He look really nice. I wish I could date people and not get them killed. But if I could this guy would be my first pick. I realize now that he put the paper in my hand and was retracting his so I turn in my chair and open up the note.
It had a picture of me and I'm guessing some jock kissing, the words right underneath it says 'wanna bang?' I look up and look at the nerd in question. He just shrugs in return and goes back to doing his work. I look in the direction of the jocks and see the one in the middle looking at me.
Of corse it had to be the star courterback of our foot ball team, Ryan Newnan. He was a asshole and only wanted one thing from me and that was sex wich was obvious for the note. Which I will not be giving him. I look him straight in the eye and rip his note into little pieces. I see the anger in his eyes and feel a smirk grow on my face. I then mouth 'not a chance'.
People think I'm a bitch but I like it that way. I hate it when people walk all over me, treat me like I'm below them. I've gotten in a couple of fights this year mostly with the cheer leading squad. Mainly their captain but a few others too. I of corse came out on top but I held my self back a lot. I can't have them go around the school and telling everyone that I'm an assassin, now can I?
I face back to the front of the class and start to write down my notes for our up coming math test. I feel a nudge on my left elbow again, I look up to see the nerd.
"I'm sorry they keep bothering you. If I could do somthing to help I would but I kind of don't want to get beaten up again." He gave me a sheepish smile.
I felt bad for him, I knew what it was like to get bullied. I don't want anyone else to go through what I had to with my family.
"It's ok I can take care of myself pritty good." I give him a reassuring smile
"I know I've seen your fights, your pritty good. I just hate when dushe bags like them treat women like they are just playthings and not human beings." His brows turn down in anger but his face isn't at all scary. It's adorible actually. It's like a kitten trying to roar like a lion.
"Well thank you, I'm Quinn. What's your name, hon?" This kid has some guts to talk to me, if he has seen my fights then he knows I'm dangerous.
"Daniel, nice to meet you Quinn." He trys to hide the blush from his face but I can still see it. It's adorible.
I hear the bell ring and start to pack up my stuff. I can hear students going out the door, but feel two people standing behind me. I straighten my back and face the new comers. I have never back down from a fight and I'm not about to start now.
I look up to see the stupid jock and Daniel. He hides behind me. These must be the assholes who are beating him up. I widen my stance in order to cover Daniel from the asshats. I feel the maturnity instincts kick in. I feel like a mother protecting her baby. A mother who would die for her baby. I may not die from them but I sure as hell would fight for him. Whatever the costs.
