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Still clutching the note in my hand, I stepped into the school. I was alone, having been kicked out of my old school for fighting. I'd taken several self defense classes, as well as archery and fencing, over the summer, and I wanted to test my skills on someone other than my teacher. My parents didnt understand, I just liked to fight.

The entrance hall was cool and dark. I didnt see anyone else, but, this school was a school of assassins, so that didnt mean anything. I stepped cautiously into the middle of the room and dropped my suitcase, shoving the note into my pocket. I was ready for anything.

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