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Its easy hiding you're night time job when your 17 and in high school. I know you probably have no idea what im talking about. Sadly, if i told you, i would have to kill you. Like the 128 other people i have. Yes, i keep count of my clients victums. I wont lie. Call me sadistic, or a freak. But as long as i get my money, i dont give two shits what you think. Lets just hope no one puts your name on a white involpe.

I work for a certain company, the TEC, millions of letters every year. You survive a white letter, you join. You dont....I'll let you put two and two together. shouldnt be hard. I was lucky enough to survive an amuter worker, looking to get extra cash quickly. Now, hes probably decaying in a ditch somewhere.

Rules, are simple. Dont tell anyone about this job, or you, and whoever you told will be elimated. Kill first, ask later. No one likes a hold up in the office meeting that wont keep his mouth shut. The last rule, dont stand out in a crowd. If people start asking quiestions, you wanna be able to be the person everyone looks right over. The person no one expects.

I guess i should go ahead and get into the story? Thats why your reading the damn book in the first place. My name's Kaden Griggery, I'm a freshman in Griggery High School. Yeah, my mother was the founder and now princple of my school. Fun, i know. If you really think about it, its just a better way for people not to even think i was the one elimating someone every other night.

See, i have a slight problem, theres a girl at my school, with long purplish greyish hair, with beautiful green eyes with spects of hazel or this gold color in them. Her lips are a pale pink and her skin is very pale. She stands out. So much its crazy. Today wasnt any different. She was sitting infront of me, working as usual. She was such a hard worker, all a's, teachers favorite.

I got my mother to let me have all my classes with her. Not by asking of course. That would be a death wish in it self. I just snuck into her house while she was asleep and looked threw some of her stuff. Computer, journals, phone, the normal.

She can actually write some pretty cool stories when she gets creative enough. She is so different then everyone else. And its showing, i hate that it is, but it is.

"Oh look! theres the girl you like!" My mother would exclaim as we would pull up to the school. She would be sitting on the porch.

"I dont like her moma" I say, chuckling and gently kissing her cheek before stepping out of the car.

"Right, im sorry, i forgot...You love her" My mother would say. Making me roll my eyes and offically get out of the car and close the door so she can go park in the front. I would walk onto the side walk, watching her the entire time i was walking. There would be days when she would be looking back at me, but today wasnt one of those days. She had gotten in another fight, im sure of it.

By the time i get about 4 feet away from her, i get the idea to pin her to the wall, and demand her to tell me whats wrong. And im about to before i feel a large weight on my shoulders. When i turn around i see my best friend Mike, hanging onto my shoulders like a monkey

"Going to finally ask her out today? She got in a huge fight just now. She ruined Hailey Hillers face." He says, my eyes widen a little and look back at her, to see that, the only reason she is looking down is because she has a huge gash on her cheekbone. All reasonable instints fall out of me and i instantly run to her, grabbing her face and making her look at me. Her eyes widen at me, not sure if its because of my actions or the fact that i looked at her long enough to realize thats she hurt.

I gently hold her jaw in my hands, feeling something go down my arms, the feeling similar to what happens when you're limbs fall asleep. Pens and Needles i think its called. The feeling starts in the places of my hand, that connect with her face. I look away from the gash in her face to her eyes. Seeing that her fimilar beautiful green ones are always looking at mine. She feels it too. My hands drop to hers and i grab them, gently pulling her into the school, going to the family bathroom and locking the door. I drop my bag and kneel down, getting my first aid kit i always keep in my bag. While doing that, i point to the toliet, motioning for her to sit down.

"I swear to god if your about to pull out something nasty...." She says, but her mouth closes when she sees me pull out the kit.

"never mind" she mumbles, my breath catches when i turn around, after hearing her beautiful voice actually speaking me to the first time, that was amazing enough. But when i turned around, she was looking down at her lap, her beautiful hair framing her face as her green eyes focused on something on her jeans or the floor.

I walk over and kneel down infront of her, gently smiling at her as i take her hand in mine.

"this is going to sting a little." I say, my left hand going up and dabbing the gash on her cheek. Going around it gently to get the extra blood then gently pat the actual wound. She doesnt wince once.

"You should she the other girl. I heard you knocked out almost all her teeth" I say, smiling at her, she looks at me and smiles a little. A knock on the door stardles the both of us.

"Are you guys fucking?" A fimilar voice yells. I stand up, looking down at her, i smile shyly. Walking over to the door and opening it. Mike stands there with a stupid smile on his face.

"No" i simply say and look down at him, being one of the tallest kids here.

"Ah man" He says and walks into the bathroom, smirking at her.

"Hey Amara" he says, and i instantly take the mental note of her name, because until now, ive never bothered learning and even think about knowing her name. She nods a little, not looking up at Mike. I walk back over to her, kneeling down infront of her again, taking her face in my hands, the same feeling comes back to my hands. But this time, Amara gasp's a little, clearly not expecting it this time. Something, or someone is on her mind.

"You wanna talk about it?" I ask her, in a quiet voice so she is the only one that hears me.

"She started spreading a rumor that i was being beat by my father" She whispers back, biting my lip. She's not lying about the rumor, ive heard about a hundred times. Her father is one of the vice princeaples at the school.

"when i walked up to her to comfront her about it....She pushed me over the edge...I just..snapped" I look at her, biting my lip a little. I hear Mike clear his throat, and when i turn my head to look at him hes showing me a picture of what im guessing is Hailey Hillers. Her face is deep red, probably with blood, and most of her face is swollen. her eye is swollen shut and blueish black. and her nose is clearly broken.

"Her arm is broken along with 3 broken fingers. It took 3 football players to get Amara off her" He says, smiling down at me, nodding a little. Having the exact thought i am having.

"Kaden..She would be perfect." He says, talking about tec. Odly enough, thats where i met mike. I nod a little and look back at her.

"Do you know anything about TEC?" I ask, she stops a little, then quickly shakes her head.

"You're lying," I say simply, kneeling down infront of her. "Amara...you cant tell anyone, but ...i....I work for them."