The first person I killed wasn't by any means innocent, but that doesn't change the fact that I'd killed him. I'd never wanted to be a hitwoman. It wasn't where one day I just up and started killing people. On career day at school, I never said I wanted to be a contracted killer, a murderer. Sadly, that's where I ended up.

I went through a number of events that made it seem like that was the only way to go. It wasn't, I could've gone down some other road, but I didn't know that then. And, due to my own selfishness and ignorance, they were dragged down with me.

I wish I hadn't done all of things that lead me here. Maybe, by doing just one thing differently, I could have ended up somewhere else. They might have all been safe. Most of all, I wish that I would have just sat down at that goddamned table, and kept my fucking mouth shut.

"Great, this stupid slop again." I sighed. "I don't know how this food ever passed Health Inspection."

"Uhm, Megan are you alright?"

"No, this is so routine, just like everything else in this stupid place. It repeats, its mundane, it's dull, it's boring. God it's like we're in a prison."

"Oh, uh-"

"And you know what? Tomorrow the same things will happen. I'll say it's boring and it is."
With that I slumped down, resting my head on the lunchroom table while muttering, "Seriously though, can nothing fun actually happen in this city? Does it have to stay so- so dead?"

BASH

I jumped up as two hands slammed into the table, making silverware rattle in their trays.

"You know what?! Then maybe you should actually do something about it, other than just whining every single fucking day! God, you're so fucking full of yourself! You should actually go do something instead of just wasting my time with all of your stupid, shitty complaints!"

The usually lively and rowdy cafeteria crowd was mute as Lisa stormed out the of the room. She made it a point to slam the door loudly behind her. The table of five was now missing a member.

Everyone's eyes were on us, giving a feeling similar to that of pointing fingers. I could feel my face heating up from all of the unwanted attention. I'd never been yelled at like that. Especially not in public. My throat ached, trying to get me to cry. Tears were welling up in my eyes begging to fall. Sara, the short timid girl to my right asked the same question as earlier.

"Megan, are you okay?"

I sniffled, pushing down the urge to cry. "Ya, just fine." Unfortunately my feelings did not reflect on the response I gave. My head was filled with thoughts pertaining to what Lisa had said. It was embarrassingly true. I shouldn't have been whining like a little brat, I should be taking action. That day I made a promise: I would find something, anything, to cure the boredom, no matter what the cost may be.