I'm a good kid. I get good grades and I do my chores. I used to paint in my free time and I don't do anything that could be considered bad. And I never break curfew, and I most diffidently don't sneak out.
But every good kid's going to break.
I broke a while ago, the same day my parents died.
So sneaking out now is nothing new to me.
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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...
