a story by [hailey]

Albinia Blake. That’s my name. I don’t repeat myself, so listen closely.

I killed an assassin, Andrew Daniels, and his brother, Daniel, came after me. I suppose I should have killed them both.

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I was walking to the store and as usual, I had my wig on with my pistols, Jack and Jill, hidden in my Cloak of Invisibility. (I wish she really made me invisible, but that’s only her name.) A black van drove past me three times. I hoped it wasn’t that girl I told to “cash me outside.” I didn’t feel like killing on an empty stomach. A man came up to me and asked me if I wanted a free sample of ice cream. Chocolate mint vanilla swirl. I should’ve known better but ice cream is ice cream!

As I walked away with the sample, I felt a presence shivering up my back. I dropped the ice cream instantly—although it was too late because he tased me and stomped on my foot—and dang it, I hate it when they do that! I dislocated his arm with my ninja-power-like moves, but he grabbed my wig and I fell with disappointment. My darkest (…or lightest, I guess) secret was revealed…

*dun dun dunnn*

I’m albino. I hide my true colors because I can’t bear to look myself in the eyes. Then, he pistol-whipped me in the head—and I woke up in a strange, stinky place.

It was dark for a few minutes but finally, the lights turned on. I felt like a 403 in church—I was sweating bullets. When I looked around, I saw scalpels, saws, machetes, hammers, and guns. Then I spotted the man I thought I killed. Wth? I thought.

“Didn’t I kill you?” I asked, confused, but he just stared at me awhile. I hate that.

“Boo!” I yelled, “What chu starin’ at?”

Still quiet.

“Can you at least give me my wig back?”

“No,” he said. “I’m debating on killing or keeping you.”

“…is this a Febreze commercial?”

He laughed a frightening laugh. “Ha! No one is going to miss you, you hideous snowflake.”

Maybe he’s right, I thought and began to cry. I found myself in a deep place. I didn’t want to go on much longer.

“Just grab one of the guns and pull the trigger,” I said. But then I realized… I still wanted that dang ice cream!

Again, he laughed. “No. You’re going to go through what my brother went through – a slow painful death.”

Huh? “What do you mean?” I asked. Dang these chains hurt, I thought. If I do plan to get out of here after all, these chains would be a problem—so would my throbbing foot.

As I looked around, he said, “You can stop thinking about escape. And as you must know, you killed by twin brother, Andrew.”

“I’m Albinia Blake. I kill whoever I want or am assigned to.”

“Assigned?”

Ha. He doesn’t know everything, I thought. “You silly boy. I’m an assassin. Your bother was number one on the hit list.” I said. “No hard feelings? Can you loosen my chains? They’re starting to make my wrists sore. I really don’t plan on killing you—you weren’t on my list,” I added. At least you weren’t until you made me drop that ice cream, I thought.

He didn’t reply, grabbing the wheeled table instead, and pushed me into another room with no weapons.

“Where are we going? Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“Girl, if you want to be free, I’m not letting you out in a room full of weapons. You’re an assassin,” Daniel replied.

He closed the door to the new room, but I noticed he left it unlocked. This was my chance. He took me out of the chains.

“Finally!” I sighed, exaggerating. I rubbed my wrists and checked on my foot as I rubbed my ankle. It’s gonna hurt like h***, but it’ll have to work, I thought.

I shot him a dirty look, and shook my head. As I stood up, testing out my foot, he said, “You don’t really need that wig and makeup, ya know. You’re beautiful the way you are.”

Wth? “Are you trying to be funny?” I asked, “‘Cause I’m not laughin’.”

“No, I’m serious,” he replied.

“Seriously?! You stomped on my foot, tased me, and tried to kill me—and now you’re trying to call me cute?!”

I ran at him and shoved his head into the brick wall. He looked woozy and so I chained him to the table I’d been on before. Then I ran out the door as fast as I could. I grabbed Jack and Jill from the weapon room, along with a sniper rifle from the wall, and headed out of the room. I have to find a way out, I thought.

All I could see was darkness, so I started feeling around with my hands. In the distance, I saw a little light. I walked farther toward it and saw that it was a door to the outside. Relieved, I walked through it.

I was appalled by what I saw. Dead bodies lying on dead bodies. Thousands sliced to pieces. None of them made it out of the room like I did.

Then I felt a breath on the back of my neck. Instantly, I turned around and pointed Jack and Jill at him.

“I tried to be friendly with all of you, but you still spit in my face, like I’m the bad guy,” he said, panting. As I kept the guns pointed at his chest, he began to explain his young life to me. When he was a child, his father often beat his mother in front of him. Eventually he killed her and cut her up into many pieces. He spread her out in their back yard behind the tall wooden fence.

I interrupted him, “Where was your brother when all this was happening?”

“He was with friends,” Daniel replied.

My gun slowly lowered and I shed a tear. While my guard was down he tried to attack me but I pull Jack up and shot him. I would never have known if the story was true if I hadn’t looked it up.

When I looked up the Daniels family, I found out his father got the death penalty after killed his mother and trying to kill Andrew. It seemed Daniel may never have known about this because he was immediately put into a psych ward until her turned 30 and was released. When he got out, he was informed by Andrew’s contractor that I had killed him.

After I found all this out, I quit the business and went on record. I became an author and decided to tell my story about Danial Daniels and his amazing hostile craziness.

a poem by [hailey]

It’s as if you died today
I remember it like it was yesterday
Let the sorrow stay
As you lay in your coffin all day
I pray as if I knew and loved you with all my heart
I might not of known you, but I would like to start
this truly does come from the heart.
Your son was a good man, though he died young, I heard
it’s sad when you outlive your son
I’m sure we’ve all lost someone, so
let’s pray as one and let this poem be done

a story by [hailey]

Jasmine & Natalia are best friends and one day something terrible happens…

Jasmine’s getting ready for school and received a phone call:

“Hello?”

“Yes, hello, is this jasmine?”

“Yes it is, who is this?”

“I’m calling to tell you that Natalia has been shot and hospitalized.”

“OH MY GODD!”

“You were on her emergency call list.”

Jasmine runs down stairs and tells her mom what had happened.

“Where is she?”

“We’re at the hospital…Elizabeth hospital.”

She ends the call and leaves. Jasmine cries on her way to the hospital, but calls Stephanie, Natalia’s mom. As they all rush to the hospital Jasmine’s heart beats fast. She doesn’t feel good, she feels as if she’s gonna pass out. Her mom pulls up to the hospital.

“We’re all here for Natalia.”

“Yes,  proceed this way.”

They see Natalia. While everyone’s crying Jasmine walks up to the child, “Natalia if you can hear me you need to wake up,” she pauses, “NATALIA!!  NATALIA WAKE UP.” She shakes her. The doctors take her away as she yells to Natalia. She prays…As a week passed by Jasmine’s still there waiting for Natalia to wake up. Her heart beat starts to slow down and the doctors do all they can but they no longer could save Natalia. Jasmine stays home for a few days before she attends high school again. Her boyfriend repeatedly calling to see if Jasmine’s okay, but she declined every call. A few days pass and the funeral arrangements are being made. Shortly after they attend Natalia’s funeral. When it’s jasmine’s turn to say a few words she says “Natalia was not only my best friend, she was like a sister. I always looked up to her and will always find her alive in my heart. She was always smiling and happy. It’s sad to see her go like this, but I hope they can find the killer! The monster who did this to her! Until then she will always remain in my heart. I will miss her.” After the ceremony was over the detectives tell Stephanie that they can’t trace the gun to anyone. She tells Jasmine and Jasmine cried herself to sleep. She thought to herself ‘how could a sixteen year old live knowing her best friend died.’

Monday came and Jasmine went to school. She approached her boyfriend and told him that “the relationship between the two was over.” He was hurt, but didn’t show it. She tried to go through the rest of the day peacefully, but school reminded her of Natalia how they always went to their lockers together and had some classes together. While she was in school a lot of people came up to her saying ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ and she just broke down in tears. Her mother knew there was gonna be depression and suicidal thoughts roaming through her head and every chance she had she would try to cheer Jasmine up, but nothing worked, Jasmine was long gone. After a few months passed Jasmine told Jayson (her boyfriend) sorry, she was just sad about Natalia.

So one day Jasmine took a walk towards the beach. She was told not to go over there because there was an endangered species in the water, but she didn’t mind. She walked over the bridges and sat on the wall of one of the bridges. She swung her legs back and forth as she rocked side to side. She thought maybe it would all be over if she jumped. Her boyfriend was looking for her and figured she would be at the bridge. As she was getting off the wall someone called her. As she checked her phone she had slipped a little and grabbed on the rope for dear life. Then she realized it would be over if she just fell, so she was just about to let go when her boyfriend grabbed her arm and said “I’ve finally got you where I want you, first my sister now you. Hahahahah. I tried to get her out the way, but NO you’re still on her. Maybe I should just kill you too, maybe Ima do that.” He let’s go of her hand.

a story by [hailey]

Brittany and Emilia were two very different girls. One’s life was quite bright and the other’s not so much. One day Brittany was walking to school and she saw a girl about five feet tall, short brown hair with light brown streaks in it. She avoided her. The next day she saw her again. It was repeatedly, so one day she stopped and say hello, but Emilia just stared at her, so Brittany felt embarrassed. She walked off and then suddenly Emilia said “hi” in a whisper. Brittany kept walking. Later that day Brittany was walking home and saw Emilia and said “what’s your name?” she responded “Emilia.” Brittany asked why she was always outside and Emilia sat in silence and then she said “I don’t have a home like others do.” Brittany said “then how do you survive and live?” Emilia didn’t answer, so Brittany invited her over. When she got to Brittany’s house she was scared and nervous, but Brittany noticed she was dirty so she gave Emilia some clothes and told her she could use the shower. When it was nine Emilia left and Brittany’s mom questioned Brittany who she was talking to and Brittany said “a girl named Emilia.” Her mom was confused because she never saw anyone with Brittany. It was as if Brittany was talking to herself, so Brittany’s mom just ignored the situation.

The next day Emilia was waiting for Brittany outside. She wanted to walk with her to school, but when she arrived all her other friends gathered around Brittany and Emilia just vanished. Brittany was lost and searched the premises for Emilia, but didn’t see her so she went into school. When she was leaving school she went her regular way home, but this time Emilia wasn’t there. Brittany just thought she had left for a while. The next day she was looking for Emilia, but there was still no sign of her. She kept on waiting for Emilia, but couldn’t find her. A week passed by and there was a woman on the end of the street. She looked like she was looking for someone and she spoke to Brittany. She asked her if she saw a girl with short brown hair and Brittany immediately thought Emilia?  And asked her if her name was Emilia. The woman said yes. She had a happy look in her face and then, when Brittany said she hadn’t seen her in a week, the woman began to look sad and worried. That’s when she asked “how did you know Emilia?” The woman said “that is my daughter. She left the house a long time ago. I been looking for her for three years.” Brittany instantly thought to herself what if she’s hurt or something? And so Brittany helped the woman search for her daughter.

Two months passed by and Brittany found Emilia, but she was different. She looked like she hadn’t eaten in weeks and Brittany brought Emilia home. When she got to Brittany’s house Britt’s mom was looking at Brittany in a weird way. She said “why are you talking to yourself?” She said “I’m not. this is Emilia.” Her mother was confused. What she was talking about? No one was there. Was Emilia just an illusion to Brittany? Brittany then tried to find the woman that was looking for Emilia, but couldn’t. She then looked up Emilia Garcia because her mother was acting unusual about the name Emilia and someone popped up that looked just like the girl she was talking to. She had died two years ago with her mother on the street that Brittany had seen her on. Brittany was so misunderstood. She tried to explain, but no one believed her. She was just a girl wondering why the world wasn’t listening to her. Then she went home, went in the bathroom, and killed herself. The End.