The Assassin!
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Lucy Baird - 10g The Assassin! The rain pattered on the window pane. I could hear each drop like a note on a piano. I could see her ponytail over the back of the chair. Her long brown hair rested on the top of the chair like a cat sleeping. The light from the moon flickered through the rain drops. The rain drops sounded like footsteps that weren't going anywhere. The dusty photographs of us reflected the happy memories. Should I still go though with this? The happy memories were now lost in the sands of time. I scraped my finger across one of the photographs; I left her in the dust. My happy face was clear now. This happiness would only be a reality if I were to do this. Should I still go thought with this? The clock was ticking and emphasising each rain drop stamping on the window pane. The...


