"Wow, this should be easy." I looked up at the dashboard to see my new mission.

Today I had to kill a boy my age, 17 years old, for betrayal. His name was Ashton Calloy. Called Ash for short. His appearance was, well, it was hot, but nothing I couldn't handle. He had light brown hair with beautiful blue eyes, the shade of the sky. My appearance was similar, except 1. I was a girl. And 2. I had long, and darker hair-almost black.

So basically since I was born I have been giving punishments to people for betrayal, robberies, or murder. I started out when I was 3, and I have been doing my job since then. In my city, every kid gets sent off to a camp, where soldiers train you to do specific stunts, how to knock a person out, and stuff like that.
You train for 2 years before getting sent out for your mission. Once your mission is complete, you come back here for another mission. If its not complete, you die. Every citizen has to complete 50 missions in their lifetime before retiring or quitting. So far, I have done 17 missions, so I'm not really close... But I'm not giving up.

My parents died when I was 7, both were sent off to do a mission and failed to do it. They were killed as soon as their feet touched the room. Their mission was to kill a 10 year old who accidentally stole something but never gave it back. Its crazy, I know, and that's why my parents refused to do their mission. I would of done the same, even if it meant death.

Going back to the mission, I have 2 months before time is up. If I don't do my job by that time, I will be brought back to the king and he will probably kill me. Its up to him though. The king either gives me death, or gives me more time to complete the mission. So far, that hasn't happened to me yet.

For my mission, I have to be transported on an airplane to California, in the U.S.A. Which might take awhile because where I live, the town of Hopagonta, it will take a day. And that's on an airplane. I will be flying tomorrow and as soon as I get to California, I have to find this ash person, and kill him within 2 months. Having done this before, I know exactly how I'm going to do this.

I have to act like I'm just a poor girl, and hopefully he will let me stay with him. After a month or so of being friendly, I will kill him-wheather its by poisoning him or knocking him out and then killing him, it just has to be done.

Today, I have to pack my bags and just wait. I head up to my room, passing some friends along the way.

"Hey Willow! Going on a mission?"

"Hey Willow,have fun on your next mission."

"Hey willow! Ready to end somebody's life?"

Those are usually the conversations I usually have between my friends. Its never normal. Because if you couldn't tell, Hopagonta isn't normal.

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The next day, I scroll through the airport, glancing at every sign for '3b: California,USA'. I zoom through the aisles since my luggage is very small; I only have weapons, clothing, and normal things like hairbrush, toothbrush, etc..

Finally, I spot the right sign, and I launch myself over the seats. As soon as I sit down, the speakers announce that the plane will be loaded in a few seconds. I lazily get up out of my comfy seat and line up to get on the plane, handing my ticket to a lady.
Slowly, the line moves and before I know it, I'm on the plane, finding my row.

Its all the way in the back, just the way I like it. I go to the window seat and pretend to be sick so that no one will set with me.

It works because nobody is sitting next to me.

After an hour or so, we are finally taking off. Like usual, the captain makes an announcement, and then he shuts up.

My stomach churns as we take off the ground, and the airplane rattles furiously.

Its a very rocky ride, but it smooths out as we get higher. We go so high that I can see the whole USA and California. Knowing its my time to go, I do something risky, but it will be more fun and it may be faster.

I take my hammer and smash the window, letting glass sprinkler all over to place.
Quickly, I grab my parachute and squeeze through the window. I barely make it out before someone rushes over to me, to try and pull me back in. Turning around, I face the man and kick him in his gut. He hunches over in pain and that's when I squeeze through the window again, and jump, letting my parachute fly around me. Wind whips, and roars in my face, but I keep steering towards California.

Success! Once again.

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I hope you enjoyed the chapter, but the next chapter will be much better. It will have more action and less explaining in the next chapter.

Also, as I said before, I will not be able to update until August 24th because I'm on vacation.

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