I reached up onto the shelf and pulled out a jar of green goo, and sat down facing the faces of terrified little children.
"Now this, my friends, is monster blood." I held the jar in front of the children's faces. They all edged away from the jar I held in my hands. "Whoever touches this gooey stuff will turn int-"
"You'rea bunch of phooey!" A kid shouted out in the back of the crowd of kindergartners. He had short auburn hair, blue eyes, and freckles splattered his cheeks. "Everything you say is all false!"
I stood up, put the jar back on the shelf, and put my hands on my hips. "Young Man, if you don't believe a word I say, then you are welcome to get out the door, and leave." I'm pretty sure I sound exactly like a 30-year-old teacher because just then, he whimpered and he shut up-ed. Me feeling satisfied, yet guilty, I continued on with my lesson of monsters that I had gotten online, and in which I had no idea if it was true or not. (Now, most of you already had gotten a bad image of me. But hey, it wasn't my fault the kid taunted me. I should be the victim here. Not that freckled dude.) I definitely needed a payment for my ill mother and I wasn't sure if anyone would accept me. But why would the principal of this nursery accept me in the first place? Except…they were working for MRK, too.
"Excuse me." A blond girl stood at the doorway. She had pale green eyes, and her face was pale. "Is this Sam Cronos?" Now, you may wonder, Sam? That is such a plain name. But it was a perfect cover. A name fit for both man and woman. To tell you the secret, I am a girl. That's right, a girl under cover. My real name is Destiny Jiord. My code name is PM4 (No, not private messaging 4). To give you a brief description of myself, I have blond hair, blue eyes, and a face fit for boys and girls. I was one of the most popular girls at schools, and I had female and male admirers. Anyway, I was assigned by the head of MRK. The company that looked like a restaurant but was actually a criminal association. Otherwise, an assassin company, that only cared for money. I was the youngest and manliest girl, so they decided to use me, for file 74K. The mission was to lure princess Mira (vacationing in Miami), attract her (or charm, whatever), and then kill her. I didn't care. The payment was seven hundred million bucks. Enough to cure my mom out of her illness.
"Yes?" I answered. I folded my hands on my lap, and smiled at her. "I am Sam Cronos. Do you need me?"
She blushed. "Er...I'm Mira's servant, and I was sent here to escort you."
"Oh." I stood up and bowed (a thing I learned in MRK while rehearsing for my mission). "Nice to meet a lovely lady like yourself." I turned to the little kids. "Farewell, children." They all stared at me, wondering how I got from so weird to even weirder. I smiled at all the kids, and none of them stared back. I took my stuff and followed the servant out the door. Once outside, I threw my stuff into the trash. One man's trash is another man's treasure, I thought, whoever gets this trash is gonna be excited for sure. I smiled.
"Lady," I smiled. "I mean, mademoiselle, I wonder why you are the princess's servant. You are elegant enough to become the princess." The servant was in front of me, and even though I only saw her back, I knew she was blushing. I smirked. Go, Destiny. I thought.
"Here, Mister." She stopped in front of a limousine.
"Ladies first." I flashed my best boy smile. She looked down quickly and stepped inside the limo.
"Thank you." She murmured. Argh, I can't wait to get out of this sweatshirt, and jeans. I thought. How long has it been since I last wore my skirt with my lovely white shirt?