I was sitting on my black couch looking up vacation packages when suddenly the phone rang.

Let me explain myself. My name is Isabella Marie Swan, seventeen years old, and the best assassin in the industry. When I was fourteen years old, I was on the street living as a young orphan. My parents were murdered and I had no living relative left. The industry saw something in me and decided I was to be trained and become one of them. They taught me how to fight, kill people mercilessly, and most importantly trust no one. We have a bag filled with equipment for missions to be completed easier and faster . The bag is filled with: a high-tech laptop that gets signal anywhere, a cell phone that was shaped and sized like a credit card, two thousand dollars in every single type of money around the world, our two black pistols, and a fighting outfit. Oh, I almost forgot. We also need our fast, bulletproof getaway cars. Everybody gets a different type of car. I had received a black 2010 ford mustang with tinted windows and it reached up to three-hundred and fifty miles per hour. It is my pride and joy.

I currently wanted to go Italy or somewhere in Europe. That's when phone rang. "Missy?" my boss asked since your never supposed to give your real name. "Yes, boss. What do you want me to do?" I questioned exited. "Go to Port Angeles. There are four men who live there and hurt young women when they least expect it. We have enrolled you in school in forts high so the police don't get suspicious. One more thing. Keep your emotions masked and trust no one." He said seriously as always. "Yes, I got it." I answered respectfully. "Good. The information is sending now. Bye

Missy." "Bye" I quickly hung up the phone and retrieved my laptop and clicked on the little button which glowed and said` you got a mission.' It told me there license plate numbers, there names, the victims of them, and it also included their personal pictures.

Oh no. I just now thought of school and all the immature spoiled brats that would be likely to be in a high school. They would get a shock when Isabella swan arrived. I will need to change my name for security reasons. Watch out Forks high, Willow Smith is coming to town.

In ten minutes I packed up my small amount of belongings and headed towards my mustang. Once I was in I quickly put my hair up and looked at myself in the rearview mirror. There I saw a 5'4 inch brunette with natural red highlights you could see in the sun and plain brown eyes that were filled with excitement, hate, and a coldness that blocked everyone out. I looked at the clock and realized I needed to get there before tomorrow morning if I wanted to get to school on time.

Seven hours later

I finally reached the 'lovely' town of Forks which by the way was almost all green. I went to where Boss told me I would be staying for the next few days. It was a small two bedroom one bathroom house that was painted a light crème color. It had a red shutters and a black door. I already like this house I thought to myself. I went up to the door. There was a door but no lock. I tried to open it and it was locked. Then I saw a high-tech looking security keypad with a fingerprint reader on it. Yep. This is definitely the house. I chuckled to myself and put my first finger of my right hand onto it. Just after only two seconds It beeped and a green light flickered on. I then took my bags and opened the door to see a gorgeous living room painted an eggshell color with black couches and a variety of red and white decorative pillows.

I wanted to go to sleep since I only had about six hours left I could sleep tonight. I didn't really care what room I slept in, so I just went to the one nearest to me. It was a nice big room with a full sized bed in the corner that had a noticeably comfy comforter on it which was the color black with a red rose design on it. I dumped my stuff on the floor and then changed into my pajamas which consisted of a dark purple tank top and a pair of black sweat pants. I then turned off the lamp, hopped into bed, and went to sleep.

(hey. This is my first story . I would appreciate the help if u want to give it. Bring on the flame if you want….ha ha it would be a help if u could tell me about how to use the communities thingy)

Willow Smith