She had always been different. Not just her style, but simply her whole being had been so different from day one. You could even notice it as she was walking down the street, with a book in her hands and her eyes half on the road. Her slim posture could have been unforgettably flattering, but she covered it up with baggy clothes. No, this wasn't one of those perfect and beautiful girls everyone wanted. She was designed to be pretty. she had to be, it was the only reason he spared her. He was a psychopathic assassin with a god complex. This was why it was so special for her to be out in the open, because she wasn't ever allowed to, except for once a month. Once a month she could go anywhere she wanted to. She looked up from her book when she heard a woman screaming across the street. Her seven year old, or that was how old he looked anyway, son was standing in the middle of the road looking up at this big struck. The same big truck which had just stopped about maybe three feet away from the boy. The woman had screamed in horror, so now everyone around her had stopped walking, Children always caused these kind of things. Yet she felt envy. He had a mom who cared about him so much and yet he decided to go and be reckless. She shook her head. He should've been more careful. She always had been careful when her parents were still alive.
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