REVENGE

A Gut Feeling

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Emily's p.o.v

Form class is now over and I am on my way to my first period class, Art. All the boys showed up to form class late. But that wasn't what caught everyone's attention. It was the black and blue bruises and some red cuts that littered their faces. Gee, I wonder how they did that. It was obviously a result of their breakfast brawl. I wonder who got the food.

As I am making my way to Art class, I can't help but think of the 6 boys who have somehow managed to infiltrate my mind ever since I got back. More specifically, Blake. The one boy who, no matter how hard I tried, will not leave my thoughts. And to be honest, I don't mind it that much. I don't have anything against him, he never even knew I existed before I returned less than a week ago.

To be honest with myself, I think I'm falling for him. And that scares me. I have only ever been in love once, and I ended up with my heart broken. I am not completely over it yet but I am nearly there. The break up was about 9 months ago. I thought we were in love, but I was gravely wrong. I may have been in love but now, looking back on it, I don't think he was. He cheated on me and admitted to only dating me for information about my gang. Luckily, he didn't get much info, only the locations of a few warehouses that were immediately evacuated and relocated.

After that I thought I would never be able to love again. I spent more time, focus and energy on my training. And because of that, I became the best of the best. I am not only a gang leader and a business woman but an assassin as well. A damn good one to. If you don't believe me, ask my targets. Oh wait, you can't. Their dead.

That was my last thought before I entered the Art classroom and sat down at the very back table surrounded by another 7 empty seats. I was just sketching in my art book when I heard the scraping of the chairs around me and saw that 6 of the seven previously empty seats now occupied. Obviously, it was Blake and his gang. I just continued to silently sketch in my book while they talked to each other. A few minutes later I felt a figure lean over my shoulder to look at my sketch. "Wow" My teacher said, looking as if she was stuck in a trance.

"Do you mind if I put some of your sketches up on the board for this lesson. I will return them to you after but I would like to have them on display for the whole class to see your amazing talent." Mr Cosby asked me. I didn't have a reason to say no, I guess it wouldn't do me any harm. "Ok" As soon as the word left my lips, his face lit up and he took the last 6 sketches in my book and put it on the board.