Hide and Seek: Can You Find Me? [EDITING]

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My name is Emily Feller, I'm sixteen and I'm a drug and weapon dealer. Very well-known in the states, you can ask anyone. Well, anyone in the dark side.

I have the supplies of any kind of drugs and weapons you could think of. I've got it all. However, this was just a little business I started three years ago, when every student in the middle high was addicted to lemon candies. I decided to give them something better, something more addicting.

When I started by selling fixed candies to those blunt rich kids, I've never thought that the business will inflate. Nor did I ever imagine to have hundreds of staff to keep the business alive all over the states. It was just me and my stuff. At least that's what I thought.

By the early June, just four months after I opened up for sale, the amount of requests had already increased to one hundred and thirty percent from all around US, and at that moment, I just knew I couldn't handle the network alone. And that's when I began to recruit some chiefs, one for each state, and hundreds of distributors to simplify the process.

I was fourteen and I earned six grams a month.

When I finished middle high and went into a local highschool, I realized I still can expand the business. So I did, with thousands of semi-automatic guns in my warehouse, I earned an additional four grams a month, and that's a big deal; ten grams per month for a highschooler.

But of course, no one but the darkest sides of America knows about my job. Not even my own mother I'm telling you. In her sight I'm her perfect fairytale daughter she always wanted. An obliging and obeying daughter. Pretty and sweet, fluttering around with my tule skirts and animal sweaters. Never got mad, never beg for the newest stuffs on catalog, never do drugs nor smoke. My mother is living in her dreams and so I let her.

The business requires extra time and of course attention. It can be really stressful when orders didn't come out right. It's money I'm spending, and if I get no profit, I cut whoever did the mistake. It's no easy world here, and my staffs need to learn how cruel the real world can be. I was just preparing them, without any intention of being mean, cruel or sinister.

So when Friday comes, I always make plans for weekends in the morning. Going to the groceries after school is always the first on my list. Food and my needs don't just supply themselves, and my mom wouldn't even bother to do my groceries list.

- a gallon of chocolate milk 

- 3 boxes of strawberry pop tarts 

- 3 packages of bacon

- Jumbo sized Ring O Cheese 

- Butter popcorn 

- 3 King sized snickers 

- 5 cans of Mr. Frizz 

- A stash of marshmallow 

- Golly bubble gum

"Why do you always ask for the same thing?" My mom frowned, looking at the list I handed her.

"You never get me anything from that list," I finished my last chomp of pie. "Just saying."

"You're saying that this is my fault?"

"No, but until you get me what's on my list, I will keep making one every Friday."

"Well then good luck not to waste your papers," she smirked in victory before leaving me with the dishes.

"Fuck you too then."