Heres some more, not very long but the beginning of chapter two, Chapter two Bridget walked up to her front door and unlocked her house. She looked around her dark house and walked in. Closing the door behind her, she walked slowly up the stairs to her room. She noticed everything had a thick layer of dust on it. “Great,” She muttered. She threw everything in her room and walked back down the stairs. She flipped on the light to her kitchen and looked around. “At least I won’t have to repaint everything,” Bridget thought. She walked through the rest of her house and came to a stop in front of her office door. She turned to door knob and stood in the door way. She didn’t want to go in. This is where she had worked out and practiced killing people by slicing flour bags in half. She all of a sudden felt as if she hated her job, ex-job, she corrected herself, when she had absolutely loved it before this mission. She slammed the door shut and walked away.