Anna is sending me to therapy. She says that it just isn't right that I haven't cried over my parents yet. Sure I've shed a few tears, but I haven't really cried like everyone expects me to. I'm not that type of person.
Anyway, the therapist thinks it'll be healthy for me to write in a journal, so here I am. I've already written one, just for the hell of it. But now I'm forced.
I'm so giddy to know about the murders. And even better, Hugo goes to my school. Whenever I see him in the halls, all I can think about is whether he's murdered anyone or not, or if he knows what the future's like.
I want to ask so goddamn badly.
But I can't.
It's the one rule he left me with: Don't ask any questions and keep your mouth shut.
I can't break any rules before I'm even a true member.
But now that he's opened me up to the secrets, I'm thirsty for more. I'm also thirty for some water. You'd think a private school would have better water flowing through the water fountains.
Whatever.
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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...
