Life is busy, too busy for writing?

Never! Never!

XD more like my head can't think of anything.

I am fast on the mend thank God and working on house hoping to get it done since we might have a early winter.

There is a rooglewood press story contest going around and I have been working on it for many moons but I hit a road block.

Yep.

Love those.

So after hoping for a month and a half I would get back to writing I still had nothing. So I decided to go a whooooooole new different direction.

                                                            THE UNDOING OF AN APPLE

"I was never a normal child. I knew that. It surprised me that Miss Sailmid called me average today, she's never called any of her students that before. She is always very encouraging, very patient which isn't what one would normally expect of a assassin's trainer. I joined when I was a baby. My mother allowed them to do experiments on me when I was a embryo and when she had me she handed me over to the government. At least if I was a orphan I could say my parents had no choice but she did. That is the most saddest part. Things are always busy here, we have to keep moving so the government won't take us back again. There are five students as of now, there used to be five more but the government got them so now they are probably getting some tests, being prodded and poked, basically being treated as a test animals. I have changed identities so many times I have almost forgotten my real name. Angel. My friends joke around and nickname me the Angel of Death. Doubt I'll ever be that fierce. My name now in North Carolina is Cassie. I am a science experiment, a human weapon if you must. A test subject. I loathe it. I am going to be on the black market in two days, every one who graduates does. I shall miss being young but I know that I always dreamed of growing up and now I wish I was younger. I think maybe that's just me. I am altered, it makes me feel like a freak but I've also come to know a somewhat comforting fact. Those who are not normal wish to be normal and those who think themselves normal wish to be different. It's a curious sort of thing. I have been told I am blunt and I am an over thinker, I have killed about fifteen people. Man, that sounds scary. I don't enjoy doing it, it's the only thing I seem to be good at and designed for. I make two rules. One, that I won't torture anyone unless I have to. Two, I only kill those who I deem "bad guys," people the world can live without. I can see glimpses of the future when my altered genes want to and I can summon elements at will. It may sound awesome but it's not. I feel like something is about to change, I don't know exactly what but I have my stuff packed just in case. They say journaling helps with psycho issues but writing down my thoughts makes me feel stupid and vulnerable. I hear the emergency bell ringing, write more later." I finish writing and stuff the book into my backpack.

Comment on your thoughts! Too dark?? I would loooooooove any and all tips!