My alter-ego

We got this very interesting assignment the other day. It was to write about our alter-ego. Or if we don't have one, just make one up, imagine how the other us would look like, act, etc.

I started my writing with 'the other day'. To be honest, that 'other day' was weeks ago. Gee...it seems very inappropriate written down like this. I should be thankful I didn't get a bad mark for this kind of delay. Oh, well. The thing is that I didn't write it intentionally. I didn't want to write it. I just didn't feel like it. I mean for the record it's me I was obliged to write about. And I'm not very good at that one, plus I didn't intend to scare people away from me. But I'm pretty sure I will after they read this. Or at least will think I've got a ticket for the crazy train. Yeeeey.

So...I don't really know where to start. You know what? I'm going to get to the good parts. Might wanna cross up your legs!

My alter-ego would be either a spy or an assassin. I think I'd be a good material for both. I'm fairly good at languages, my logic is okay and I don't get attached to people easily or sometimes at all. Panicking is my last option. After a thorough training I could take away lives in a blink of an eye. There. I said it. Throw your rocks at me. By the way, about throwing rocks.... "People throw rocks at things that shine." 

It probably makes you wonder what made me believe my alter-ego would be one of the things mentioned above. Well... I don't know it myself. I think I must've seen like at least 6 episodes of the James Bond movie series and read a lot about female spies. (There's even a movie, check it out! I'll watch it as soon as I have a free moment to breathe... )

Anyways, my heart feels a hundred pounds lighter now that I've got this one off. Maybe it wasn't that bad of an idea to write about this after all...