I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Hi, I'm Lindsay. I'm twenty. I was adopted at age two. I like to do all the stuff normal girls do for fun. But my job isn't exactly normal... I'm an assassin. I've been one since I was twelve. So, yes, I'm an experienced killer. My next target: Louis Tomlinson.


1. The Target

"Lindsay! Come here!" My boss screamed. "Yeah?" I said, walking into his office. "We've got another target." "Who?" "Your target is a... Louis Tomlinson." "Sounds pretty familiar. Isn't he from a boyband?" "Good! You know about him. But his name isn't enough. You need to become obessed with him. And his band. My daughter knows everything about them. You can learn from her." "She won't be happy when she finds out I'm murdering part of her favorite boyband..." "Lindsay, she's not going to find out. Assassins don't tell little girls they're killing their idols," he joked with me. I laughed. "Right, so I learn about One Direction from her. But what about me?"

"You're using your real name and same hair color. Don't bother dying it." He told me. I've dyed it so many times I don't remember my natural hair color. "You work at a Starbucks amd your flat is just accross the street. You're obsessed with these boys and go to a signing in a week. We have backstage passes for you to a concert the day after. Get him by himself. Do not get caught. Oh, I almost forgot, it's in London so you better work on your accent." he finishedand I simply nodded. I'm from America, but I can fake any accent and speak twenty lanuages. "You're leaving in two days. Until then, you're babysitting my daughter. All she talks about is One Direction, so it won't be hard to strke up a conversation. She's coming to your house in an hour."

"Okay. See ya! Wish me luck!" I said walking out of the room. Right before I opened the door, he said, "You don't need luck. You're the best assassin working for me." "No, I meant about having to hear about One Direction for the ext two days. My head is going to explode!" He laighed as I left the room. I walked to my office and grabbed my purse and walked to my car. I turned on the radio amd What Makes You Beautiful came on. I groaned before realizing it was by One Direction. Why do so many girls like One Direction? Why does someone want that kid dead? What was his name? Oh yeah, Louis. What did he do? It's not like I'll ever know. I just do my job. I never know who I'm working for or why I'm doing it.
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