The day had finally come, and it was time to assassinate the president. Mike and Eva launched a frontal assault, which succeeded in diverting most of the guards. I snuck around to a side entrance, which was guarded by only one man.

I was wearing black eyeliner, black eyeshadow, white foundation, lipstick that was blood-red like Eva's (thx gurl! u rock!), a black corset with black lace around the edges, a black miniskirt, ripped black fishnets, and black combat boots. My wavy black hair had purple tips and flowed down to the middle of my back. I had shiny black nail polish for both my fingernails and my toenails, and all 20 of my digits had magenta pentagrams written on them. I had contacts in that gave my eyes an emerald luminescence.

"Stop right there!" called the sentry. He was bald and had some sort of earpiece in with curly wires. He was wearing a secret service uniform for his shirt, a secret service uniform for his pants, and secret service shoes that were a dull black. He had a silver watch that sparkled in the daytime sun. "You're trespassing on federal property, and I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Sorry, but I'm actually here to assassinate the president. I'm going to have to go inside the White House."

"Do you have a headache?" he asked.

"No, I don't have a headache. This was premeditated and I've been planning this for a long time. That worthless prep of a president needs to be deposed," I answered honestly.

The guard raised his gun. "Ma'am, if you don't leave right now, I'm going to have to make you leave by force. A threat against the president is a threat against the United States of America, and if you take one more step, I'll have to take you in and have you charged with multiple felonies. You'd be going away for a long, long time."

I pulled out a gun and pointed it at his bald, hairless face. "Then I'll just shoot you mysel-"

The prep shot the gun out of my hand!

I looked at my hand, and fortunately my nail polish hadn't been blemished. The bullet must have caught only the barrel of the gun, since I was completely uninjured. Perhaps I had been holding the gun too loosely? It had been a poor mistake on my part to hold it so loosely that it could get knocked away by a single bullet. Next time, I'd have to make sure to grip the gun more carefully.

I crouched down into a battle pose, readying myself to strike at this obstacle in my path. I began to sprint toward him, when suddenly, he surprisingly shot me through the heart!

Luckily, none of my clothing got ripped, since the angle I had been running at - and the fact that the guard was taller than me - meant that the bullet went straight through…straight through my skin, and it missed my corset. But now…now the corset was getting stained with the pouring blood, and…

Suddenly I felt faint and collapsed to the ground.