Invisible Assassin

I check the time on the clock. A breeze whips by and I shiver. I can feel the goosebumps all over my skin. Why did I have to get this power in fricking February? I start my journey nevertheless, shivering endlessly. I'm not going to let a little cold stop me. Before I just wanted to make shit levitate and scare old people, but now, I have a mission. I hop into a car and wait. A lady puts luggage into a car and draves off towards the airport. Perfect. We drive ten to twenty minutes, and she pulls into the parking lot, sneezing and coughing. Eww. She opens the door and I'm out of there before she can even suspect a thing.

I board a plane to Washington DC and wait. Well, no I don't. I can't exactly sit down since someone will inadvertently sit on me and that would not be fun, and standing still doesn't work when stewardesses are walking down the aiwsles. The ride is bumpy and i have no seatbelt so I try to hold onto a seat, but grab a guy's arm instead and he turns around and sees a cute woman and I think I just stole Cupid's job. Oh well, not my business. I leave after them and wander from the airport towards the White House.

What? Did you think I was going for vacation in the middle of winter? Come on, now.

Well, since you obviously disapprove, I'll summarize. It looked like a murder suicide. The first in history. It's so lovely being invisible because it's hard to find fingerprints that aren't there. I don't exactly know wht'll happen next, but it the Senate and House listened to the floating picture of Hiram Revels (What? He was the first I could find!), some things are going to change, or else. I still have two more of these invisibility pills left and I'm not afraid to use them! I board a plane to Trinidad and Tobago and wake up to an island paradase with millions of dollars in my bank account.

A girl can dream, okay?