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Alexa

"Wake up, Mia!" I shook Mia's shoulder.

"What?" She groaned.

"School."

"Oh, shit!" Mia cursed as she jumped from her sleeping bag. "Hey, Alexa, can I borrow your clothes?"

"If you don't mind wearing all black, fine." I said, walking to the bathroom. I was already fully dressed. Teresa and I brushed our teeth. I took my brush out and tried to smoothen out the few knots I had in my black hair.

I passed my brush to Teresa, who quietly accepted it. Right then Mia rushed in, brushing her teeth quickly, and putting her hair into a sloppy ponytail.

"Let's go!" Mia yelled from my room, "I forgot to do my English homework!"

She waited impatiently at the door for us.

"You guys are so slow." She muttered.

"We're coming, we're coming." I snapped.

We walked to school so we could go over the mission details.

"Honestly," I admitted, "That was a little too easy."

"It was way to easy." Teresa agreed. "I'm surprised the guards didn't hear Mia's gun go off. Even I heard it, and I wasn't even in the house!"

"They must've been drunk." Mia shrugged.

"We need to ask for harder missions," Teresa said.

"Preferably ones out of the country!" Mia exclaimed.

"That would be perfect; no school, no parents, and more importantly – no homework."

All of us never really had parents. Mia's parents were stinking rich but didn't care much for their daughter. Teresa is an orphan, who lived with her older cousin, but they weren't really close. My parents were never really around, often leaving for days at a time. All in all, our only family was each other.

And the organization.

We'd been on the same team since we were ten, when we first joined the Bloody Tears. We're assassins, if you want to call it that. But really, we're technically only spies…who mostly kill on their missions.

"What was English homework again?" Mia asked abruptly.

"Um…" I trailed off, thinking, "I think it was to read act two scene one of Romeo and Juliet, notes and everything."

"Damn it," Mia muttered, "How am I going to finish that during Homeroom? It's my first class, damn it!"

"You swear too much," Teresa shook her head.

"Oh, screw the homework, Mia!" I rolled my eyes, "It's useless anyway."

"You shouldn't do that," Teresa warned, "Mr. Providence is going to give you detention."

"Well, I like Alexa's thinking," Mia shrugged, "I'll meet you in detention, then?"

"Who knows?" I smirked. Teresa just shook her head in disapproval.

I walked to my locker, leaving Teresa and Mia to go to their own.

Okay, I thought, it's Tuesday, so I have English, Math, and PE first.

The bell rang, and I met up with Teresa for Homeroom.

I spied three new students standing lazily in front of the class.

"New students?" I murmured, "Bad choice coming to Crawford High…"

"They're really cute, better than all the perverts we have here."

I snorted as I sat down next to her. "You know, tomorrow's the day."

Teresa nodded, "I can't believe it – six years since we joined."

"Yeah. Who's house are we celebrating at?"

"Mia's, as always."

"Okay, class!" Mr. Emery greeted lazily, "We've got three new students, err, David, Eric, and Jonathan Pierson. They're cousins from New York."

"Who'd wanna move here when they've got New York?" I muttered. Teresa elbowed me, snickering.

"Shut up!" she whispered, "You're going to get in trouble."

"What's your point?" I snorted.

"Remember that you've got to pay for your own plane ticket for the class trip," Mr. Emery reminded us as the cousins silently returned to their seats. "We leave in next week, remember, and you meet the chaperones at the airport."

People mumbled their replies.

"We're sleeping over at my house for that night." I said.

"Fine." Teresa didn't like going to her house much.

"By the way," Teresa must have been compelled to mention, "I lost your headphones last week…"

"WHAT? THAT'S WHY I COULDN'T FIND MY FREAKING HEADPHONES?!" For safety purposes, I edited that sentence; I said the other form of the word freaking.

"Language, Alexa!" Mr. Emery said, "Detention."

"But –"

"No 'buts'."

If only I can kill him! I thought angrily.

"Sorry," Teresa apologized, though I could barely hear her over the laughter of the God awful class.

"It's fine," I muttered, "I have an extra pair; I just need to find it."

"You can use my extra, if you want."

"We'll see." I whispered back.

The bell rang, signaling that Homeroom was over. "Okay guys," Mr. Emery scowled playfully, "Get out."

I almost raced out before Mr. Emery held me back. "Yes, Mr. Emery?" I asked innocently.

"I need a victim – I mean, volunteer, to show the Pierson kids around, and since you guys have almost the same schedules, I decided to volunteer you."

"Do I have to?" I asked. I had to get out of this. Why baby-sit a bunch of losers? I have a life.

"Tell you what: if you volunteer, I'll give you extra credit."

Why not take my detention off?

"What about detention?" I asked.

Mr. Emery sighed, "Fine," He said, "Just show them around."

"Fine." I looked at the three kids, walking out of the classroom.

"What do you guys have?" I asked.

"English." A blonde haired kid – David – with blue eyes replied.

"Follow me and Teresa." I muttered.

"Teresa, meet the Pierson guys."

"Hi." She greeted, "Come on, let's go! We're gonna be late."

I grunted.

We walked in silence to English class. We found Mia waiting patiently – for once – at the door.

"Hey, guys!" She waved, "Come on. Alexa, I can't stand how you wear such a bra, I mean –"

She hadn't noticed the three guys till just then. "Oops…" She trailed off, then started blushing.

"Yeah, 'oops'." I muttered darkly, "Just wait when we're at the top of a staircase and you 'conveniently' trip."

Mia merely smirked. "Glad to see you have a sense of humor," She said, ignoring the Pierson boys.

We walked into the class, and we took our usual seats at the same table, while the Pierson's sat at the other end of the room.

"Did you really have to start talking about my bra?" I asked incredulously.

"I didn't notice them," Mia apologized, "But it's true, they're so tight!"

I sighed, "Whatever. You must have taken one of my old ones, anyway. Now I'll just be happy to see Mrs. Young give you detention."

"That's not gonna happen." Mia grinned widely.

"Uh oh," Teresa shook her head, "What'd you do now?"

Mia shrugged, "Nothing much, except have my homework." She took out a few papers out of a folder.

"How did you get the homework, and typed at that?" I asked.

"Let's just say a poor Sarah Waller will be very surprised."

I chuckled, "Great."