The Secrets We Keep.

i. the genesis of an era

I know, this chapter is kind of a little boring, but the drama will be better in the next few chapters. I got a bunch of ideas coming along, and sorry if all characters can't be introduced right away. I am pretty sure each character should be introduced asap! Also, if I end up getting your characters personality wrong or anything, please correct me.

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THE frozen over'd ice grimaced in the sunlight as a huge condescending building that looked to be a typical school, nothing too sinister about it at first glance. The students rushed into the school with high hopes, but it looked like an empty Cost-Co from further inspection.

    Dyllin stopped their Lamborghini, which he had stolen from his brother, Hunter, and turned to Samuel. "Hey, we're here. Do you remember the rules? No-"

    "Yeah, no shit Sherlock. I know the rules." Samuel rolled his eyes and got out of the car in nervousness. He rushed over to his locker and realized, that it was just a long hallway, with nothing but lockers. He could read that everyone else was confused, and was confused as hell over what was going on.

    "So, I guess we're just supposed to... Mingle?" Another kid, decked out in entirely lethal clothing, a pitch-black purse set on her shoulder, as her long, youthful black hair showed no signs of aging. She was probably another student, though, she seemed to be hiding the purse super well, so what secrets did she have?

"I guess," Samuel huffed, slamming into his locker. He hoped his secret life was not to be found out, or else he could potentially die. The information contained could be lethal to whoever found out, and he did not want anyone else to know, as he did not want to harm anymore.

    Everyone walked in almost as if they were in a big school of fish, blind as to what was going on.

    "What's going on?" Royal, the girl who's asked about if they were supposed to mingle or not, spoke up, breaking the cone of silence that laid on their heads. She looked over at Eliza, who clearly looked irritated.

    "Stop looking at me you dumb-fuck." Eliza said, her brown hair swaying in the lights above them.

"Okay yeah, that was uncalled for." Alisson said, rushing to fight the girl, but Matt, and Samuel raced to prevent the two from fighting, especially out in the hallways.

    After that ordeal, Samuel turned over to his locker once more, opening it up and looking at the two people he was nearby. Another dude. Who could this persons name be? He began speculating upon further inspection. Name? Jay? Garret? Aaron, maybe?

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Dakota," He spoke. His voice very clear. "Yours?"

"Samuel." Samuel said and then began to perambulated one way. He then looked over towards the bitch named Eliza. Oh shit, her locker was beside her newfound enemy, how interesting?

Samuel smiled and then turned to the girl who was her enemy. "Hey." He said.

"Hey. Sorry about... The fight." Alisson said.

"No, it's really no problem." Samuel said. "You wanna.... Maybe be friends? I could use a friend around here." He added on.

"Honestly? Same." She said, and then laughed. Samuel then headed off, back. He came across another person. The blonde-focused girl looked around from her locker to see the boy there.

    "Hey." Samuel said.

    Alisa bit her lip, unsure of if she should speak or not. "Hey..." She eventually settled on.

    "I'm Samuel. But you can call me Sam or Sammy." He spoke.

    "Cool. I'm Alisa." She said.

    "Nice name." Samuel said.

    "I guess." She smiled.

Meanwhile, two unlikely friends were growing a bond with each other. Royal was sitting and talking with Chloe by a trash can in the nearly-vacant-feeling hallway. Talking about the typical things people would discuss on an everyday basis. "So, what are your favorite shows?"

"I don't really watch tv if I am being honest." Royal answered. "You?"

"You know, I kind of like Thirteen Reasons Why." Chloe answered swiftly.

    "Oh, that's cool. I've heard of it." Royal said but then paused. "Okay, no I've never heard of it in my life." The two voices collided for a laugh. "Singer?"

    "Honestly, I don't even know to be honest, I mean they're all so good! You?" Chloe asked.

    "Well.... I honestly don't know either." Royal said and then the two laughed again. No one ever would think at first glance that the two could become friends, but this was only the genesis of an era.

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Her eyes were shining bright, and they were excited. Royal was doing another late-night vandalism. She was so excited and she knew that this would be even better then before. She got her spray cans and paint, and looked at her canvas; the grounds. Where she was to be imprinting her her marks, where she'd leave a stain, was an old library of which she'd used to love to read in.

She began doing it with the colour red; then blue, then pink. It made a unicorn, and then she also did some symbolism. She drew a target sign, and wrote with the words 'you're next' on there. She felt pretty satisfied after an hour of planning and painting it. Making her traces be insufferable.

She was walking home, remembering her life. Who she was, why she was there. She loved the thrill of crossing the lines, blurring them, mixing them. Whatever she had to do to get her hands on the ideas of her vandalized works. It was free for them, but it took a lot of money for the stuff to be supplied. She had to keep up with it. She then went over to the library's dumpster and dropped it all off. Thinking that the work she was proud of was just the beginning. Of course, this was the catalyst of something bigger.

    She hummed to herself, quietly for the next few minutes on her twenty-minute journey home as she snugged into her coat. There, in that moment, was her life perfect. She heard a sound of an oncoming text being put into her phone's data log, and there she did not stop to pull it out. She only stopped when she saw what was actually on her phone.

    It said that someone had tagged her art instagram in a photo, and she scanned the photo over, it was a photo of what she had vandalized that night. She herself was not particularly in the photo, but her works were. She was tagged, and that first thing was odd because she kept her account anonymous as to who her identity was. No one knew that the account was set up by someone who committed a deceitful act of vandalism. Even worse yet, was the captain. It read,

    You're next.