I tried to hold on to the bar as much as I could with my sweaty hands, until they slipped. My feet were now the only thing holding me from plummeting into the piranha infested waters below. I heard a click, and before I knew it, arrows were flying at my face. One grazed my ear, but I somehow managed to climb to safety. Whose idea was it to make training courses this realistic?!

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I put on my uniform and headed downstairs for breakfast. The table was crowded with my brothers, stuffing their faces and slobbering like bulldogs. 

“What are you eating that for, you know this stuff’s for men!” Said my brother Jackson when I grabbed some of their protein bars.

“I take the same classes you do, I need to build muscle too” I replied, throwing a donut at his face. The rest of my brothers all grabbed donuts and were about to throw them at me but I ducked into the kitchen. I heard their groans when the donuts hit a wall and chuckled.

“Either you boys clean that wall or I MAKE you clean that wall!” Yelled my mom at them. She kissed me on the cheek as I headed out to school and threw the bag of daggers I almost forgot at me. 

I parked my motorcycle at its usual spot and headed in, carrying a monstrosity of bags as always. The girls in my year all seemed to have planned to swarm me on purpose, because I heard little yelps and squeals of annoyance that I was hitting them with my bags, when there was half a corridor of space for them to walk. I gave up on making friends with them a long time ago, but an assassin academy is not the best place to make enemies. 

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