Harry's POV
"C'mon Harry, all you have to do is figure out a way to kill her. This is your job. This is what you get paid for. If you can't handle it, you know what we'll have to do."
"I'm sorry, but the answer is no. I already told you, I knew Annabella, there's no way in hell I would ever kill my childhood friend."
Yeah, well boo hoo. Listen Harry, you know earth is overpopulated, and it's our duty to make sure we have a stable amount of people. How do we do that? Kill them. No matter what it takes. I want you to find this girl, and I want
You to come back and tell me she's dead. If you can't do this in 50 days, it'll be you instead. Day 1, 49 to go. You better start searching Harry.
Annabella (Anna's) POV
"Annabella Romero"
"Here"
"Is there an Annabella Romero?"
"Right here sir"
"Oh, sorry couldn't hear ya"
Gosh, was he deaf or something. Whatever. I wonder what we're having for lunch today-something disgusting obviously.
"Haley. Haley Cempa? Is there a Haley Cempa"
Numerous "absents" were heard around the classroom. I wonder where she is. She's always one to skip but on the first day of school? Surprising. Usually we sit together, but I can't due to her absence. So now I'm being forced to sit next to Kam. Typical fuckboy. Flirts with every single girl, including me, but I was never quite interested in him. Don't get me wrong he's cute and all, but he does it with girls in the restroom. I only have 4 major friends-Haley, Jackson, Tara, and Matthew. Speak of the devil herself.
"Sorry for being late Mr.Pineda, it won't happen again."
"It's alright Haley, but remember 8 tardy's and you're suspended, take a seat."
I scoot to the table behind me, where Haley decides to sit. "Won't happen again-that's cute"
"Yeah yeah yeah. I only said that so he thinks I'm a good student. But it's alright. I see you're sitting next to Kam??"
"Well since you weren't here Mr.Dickface forced me to. It's not like I wanted to"
"Figures. Turn around and learn something, you need it."
"Says the one with a D average"
Harry's POV
Shit shit shit. Why. Out of the 11 billion people on earth. Why her. I don't even know where's she's living anymore. But it's my job to figure it out. First guess California, second guess Hawaii, but California's closer, so we'll go with that. 49 days to kill, murder my best friend from 10 years ago. Don't get me wrong, I've probably killed over 500 people, but I never knew them. Nothing about them mattered to me, so it was easy. Who knows, she could still be living in the same area, I guess we'll find out. Gosh, I can still remember the scent of her dirty blonde beach wave hair. But none of that matters. Especially after she's dead.
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GOSH DANG THATS SHORT IM SO SORRY ITS 500 WORDS I DIDNT REALIZE HOW HARD IT IS TO WRITE A STORY WOW IM GONNA HAVE TO DO LIKE 1000 WORDS. THIS IS LIKE AN ESSAY WOW. BUT IM NOT GONNA GIVE UP
Lexi
