I'm so high strung emotionally. One second I'm like: yeah I'm going to kill this guy and the next I want to back out so badly it hurts.
I can already imagine the opening to the book they'd write about me: When she saw him, time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill.
As if it was that romantic. The first time I saw him was in a picture, then from afar. Hugo laughed so hard when I told him my plan, called me ridiculous.
"Just kill the guy,"
"I can't."
"Yes you can."
"No! I can't. I'll only be okay with myself if I do it like this. Just trust me, Hugo, I'll do it."
"Whatever you say, toots."
I can do this.
Right?
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The Eye Of The Ankh #Wattys2016
Teen Fiction*EDITED* After her parents' death, Alice joins a group set out to kill chosen members of society. Why? They supposedly commit a crime in the near future that is punishable by death. "We're saving countless lives with what we do." She is chosen to ki...
