7 years later: I was dreaming that a giant banana was eating Harry Potter, when I felt a poke in my ribs. I opened one eyelid, and I saw a red face staring at me. I opened my other eye, and saw it was Rose.<br/>"Good morning, sleepy. Nammie said it's time to get up." I sat up, stretched, and hopped off of my bed onto the cold concrete floor.<br/>I was in a group, but it wasn't an orphanage. It was a group of girls that were being taught to become assassins. My best, and only friend, was Rose, the redhead that always smiled, even if someone called her a ginger. She had a tan face, and blushed cheeks. She had a face covered in freckles, and green eyes. Her hair was shoulder length, and she almost always wore a tank top and blue jeans. She was about average height.<br/>As for me, well, that an entirely different story. I was as pale as a sheet of paper, with no blemishes. My hair was as long as the curve in my back. My eyes were a lightning blue, almost white. I was really tall, and usually wore short shorts with a t-shirt.<br/>I followed Rose into the dining room, where about ten other girls were sitting. Even with the fact that they are underground, they don't let that get to their fashion.<br/>"Oh, look! It's the goth and the ginger!" I rolled my eyes, and sat at the end, next to Rose. We had a bowl of something that looked like blood, with salt, and a giant piece of bloody chicken.<br/>I bit into it hungrily, as Rose gulped down her orange juice. After we ate, we went into the underground courtyard, and sat as the light shined through the hole above us.<br/>Rose whispered, "Hey, we should try to go above ground, today. Maybe Nammie will let us." I rolled my eyes. "I doubt it. Remember the last time someone went above ground, they didn't come back?"<br/>"Oh, yea..." Silence followed that. Towards the building, a bell rang, warning us to come back. Me and Rose stood up, and started walking back to the building.