Somewhere Between Life and Death

Somewhere Between Life and Death

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My name is Echo Talc. Who am I? I am nobody. Just another one of those random girls you pass in the hallway. It is the first day of junior year at my high school and there's a new kid here. He doesn't tell anyone where he came from or who he really is. Although I am nobody, he stoops down at my locker to help me pick up my spilled supplies and have a word. When I look into his eyes, I know he is not normal. There is no such thing as normal, but this boy shouldn't be here. He doesn't leave me alone. Not the next day or the day after that. He pays no attention to the pretty girls or hang out with the sporty guys. Other people fling themselves at him, but he ignores them. They are invisible to him, but I am not. Why me? I'm just the nerd in the corner! But I know one thing. I can see something about him no else can see. The fire in his eyes.
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I'm the girl from school nobody notices. I'm the one the mean girls always make fun of when one of the guys decide to take interest in me. I'm the honor roll student that everyone thinks has never gotten in trouble, but that's just my school life. Outside of school in a completely different person. I'm not going to say I've been a special agent since I was seven, or eight, because that's impossible. I was still in foster care, then and when I turned 13. I was finally adopted. The man who adopted me was mysterious, but said he took me for a purpose, and ever since then I've been training. I'm not going to say I'm the best, because I'm not, but I'm damn good at what I do and I'm ashamed to know the agency I entrusted my life with, would do something so horrible to me and to the people I love. It's okay when I shut their sorry ass down, they won't know what hit them.

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