Note:

SugoiByoshin: Hey thank you for the review and pointing those things out I always try to improve but I guess there is no excuse (smacks head)).

The reason I stopped doing commas as much is because I felt I had kept using them to many time before. So I cut them down but do not worry I love commas and they will be added.

About Christies family I am glad you felt they were important characters to point out (not many people notice but they are sort of important), but they sort of are and I was trying to keep them low profilebefore revealing all their info.

And I was just thinking that myself that all that would not make her a cold killer but that is where my story develops I mean if I said, she had the most horrible child hood in the world and that's how she became like that (NOT VERY GOOD!).

I felt I should at least make her life at this point in time average so like any normal person events start to change her character am I making sense? Anyway hope you keep reading 

Chapter 4

Where is Mike?

She tried to desperately to ignore the horrid kids behind her, who after throwing a thousand pencils at her back resorted to using spit balls.

"Stop it" she muttered coldly they still continued to do it. She only thought how lucky they were they she did not turn into her maximum rage other wise she would have them eating the bits of paper from the floor, no questions asked.

"What's going on back there" the teacher asked agitated at all the giggling; her eyes were directly fixed on Christie. Oh yeah blame the innocent one! Is she blind its them not me! Christie jumped as a spit ball haddirectley hit the back of her neck.

"That's it!" she turned around a threw some of the books that were placed on her table at the culprits, they stood up glaring at her but luckily enough no one could beat her in a glaring contest.

"Miss look what the freak did!" one of the aggravating girls exclaimed, pointing at the books that Christie had just thrown, she knew at that second she was framed for something she did not do.

"Christie come here now! You will stand here for the rest of the lesson" the teacher pointed to the embarrassing spot in the corner where the whole class could watch you.

She once again did as she was told there was no point arguing, she saw the kids snicker at her shame and embarrassment. What she would not give to kill them right then and there.

It was a lucky punishment the dreadful schools around her area would be much stricter, and were allowed to hit her with a ruler if she disobeyed the rules her brothers mike and Dan news to tell her stories about it all the time.

She was only fortunate enough to be put in a normal school, well a normal school with abnormal kids anyway.

She glared as the lesson continued with out her, all she could do was watch from the embarrassing spot she had been placed.

She hated watching the kids who laughed at her expense, she made a vow with herself right there and then, to never be put in a embarrassing situation like that ever again, from then on she would be the centre of attention not a class clown.

She was relieved when the day had ended she was lucky enough to not have received detention. She just got off with a warning; she hated lectures she got enough of them at home why did she need them at school as well.

Her brother mike was incredibly late she had to watch other children being picked up, all the little families looked so happy it made her sick .Stupid people real life is not like that. She checked her little watch which she had nicked from an old lady as a child.

Stealing was never a problem for her, but waiting like she was at that moment was, she never trusted many people but she did her brother, if he said he would be there she knew he would.

An hour had gone past before the rain came down in bucket loads, her hair grew wet and tangled along with her uniform that was completely soaked.

She hugged herself for warmth as the rain became colder, her body felt numb if she did not get home she would be sick for a week.

Her blue eyes glistened as a police car parked across the road from where she stood; her ever watchful eyes watching the police officers come out the car.

Ok what the hell are they doing here! I bet its mike what has the stupid prick done now I swear mum will kill his ass. One police man was right near her now, his fully gloved hand held firmly onto hers as she gazed into is grief stricken eyes, she knew something was wrong. "Christie sweet heart we came to tell you...your brother has been in a…accident now we our going to take you home ok…everything will be alright."

Why do they bother saying that….that's what they told me when Danny went to jail he is the oldest being nineteen so when he left…..our family was never the same.

Christie shook her head hesitantly the rain dripping down her face, it was comforting for her to know the officers could not tell whether she was crying or not.

She never wanted anyone to see such an embarrassing sceptical as her going weak and crying like a baby, she would have to be strong if not for her sake then her worrying mother.

The police man she had just spoke to wrapped her cold little body in his warm jacket, helping her into the car. Hmmm story of my life given a lift home by the police…..why is this all happening to me….what did me or mike ever do to deserve this.

"We are so sorry honey….but your brother will be fine he just needs to stay at the hospital for a while" the gentle faced woman in front tried to comfort her. It was not working very well Christie was already ahead of them in the thinking department.

"Please let us know if we can do anything to make you feel better" Christie glared at the police driver who smiled sincerely at her. She hated pity, she hadabsolutely no need for it, the last thing she needed was for someone to feel sorry for her. Stupid idiots they think they can make pain go away by buying me child gifts, a trip to the park maybe some cotton candy…….i am not a charity case.

"You can shut up and be lucky it was not your selves in Mikes place…..that's what you can do for me" She said in her usual low cold voice. They could feel the iciness of her words although you would not understand why she would say something as ridicules as that. Poor fools they just don't get it…….no one ever gets me that's the point of my life.

Note: Now I do not know if I had mentioned it but Christies life will get worse trust me….but there was no way I could just go "yes well Christies life was horrible she went through hell that's how she became an assassin the end!." No her misery and bad life needs to slowly build up, I mean no one becomes evil just like that, even evil people that OK life's to begin with.

Well that's it really just wanted to explain that for people who did not know, chapter 5 up soon.