(This is intended for a mature audience. There is violence, sexual content, foul language.)

I entered the house and noticed the cameras immediately. They are good but -I am better. That information I will keep to myself.

The door clicked behind me, and I continued to walk into the sitting room. It was decorated with minimalism in mind. One thing I despise is white walls. So glaringly pure.

The sitting area had a sofa, loveseat, and singular chair on the opposite side. Making the shape of an open rectangle. I went to the sofa and plopped down on it.  I looked at Marcus and he gave me an assessing glare. Not sure of what to make of me.

“I don’t care who you are and what you did to get here. You are the bait. You are to lure out the target. You were informed about the school you’re going to attend. I am one of the newest board members of the school. I have been on this for a month before you were brought in. ”

‘Did he say a month?’ I thought.

He turned and retrieved a phone behind him.  He then handed it to me. I reached for it faming boredom plastered on my face.

“Your classes are uploaded to it. You start tomorrow. Tyler will be ready to drive you to your first class that starts at seven.”

‘Was he serious?’

“My cover is that I took you in when your parents died. I sent you to a boarding school and your grades is what qualify you to attend. I was married twice and do not want to marry again.

I go to the club Friday and Saturday nights. You are left alone, and you are fine with that.”

While he regurgitates what I already know. I look over the classes that I am supposed to attended. The first is track and field. Great, I haven’t done competitive running in ages. I will need to see who is in the top spot.

“Is there any questions you have on this mission.” Marcus asked using a tone that I feel he uses with subordinates.

I looked up and he was still standing there staring at me, waiting for an answer.

“No. Where is my room?” I asked.

The funny thing about me is that I can hear exceptionally well. I heard when Tyler entered the room from the second door off to the right of me.  He was trained to walk softly but I heard him.

“Your bags are in your room. Marcus has briefed you. Food will be delivered soon. My room is at the other end of the house. When you need me call the number on your phone. Marcus’s room is down the hall from yours.”

I nodded and stood up. “Okay. Call me when it gets here. I ha- have to unpack.” I said softly with a slight studder.

“Jeez” Tyler said looking at me, annoyed.

“Fodder” Marcus said to him still glaring at me.

I walked past acting like I did not catch anything they said.

“Your room is down the hall on the right.” Tyler called out.

I went upstairs and counted ten cameras and half as many mics placed.

My room looked like a typical girl’s room. Instead of white walls a soft pink. Not a color I would choose either but it’s better than the void of color.

I went to my bag and sat down on my bed. I pulled out my laptop and hacked into the system they put in place for this house. I will allow the cameras to record me for twenty-four hours before the loop that I am recording will kick in.

I put down the laptop and unpacked the rest of my things. This school’s dress code is skeevy at best. White shirt. Bow tie and plaid mini skirt. Optional tights or short socks.

The rules states that make up is not to be obnoxiously placed on the face or your will receive a demerit. Actually, allot of the rules are so controlling that you can receive a demerit for just breathing. Feeling the vibration from my watch, I played for the camera that I was going to have a shower.

I turned the shower on hot for the steam and turned on some music I had preset into my laptop. I smiled at the screaming lead singer in the band I recorded.

Satisfied with the music I went into the fogged-up bathroom and looked at my watch again. A picture of two people appeared. They had to be the targets. The male had to be early twenties and the female is around eighteen. Find out what they are smuggling and take them out.

“If you do adult things you have to be accountable as an adult.” I whispered. to myself. The song ended and another started. I took the outfit off and stepped into the shower.

It felt amazing. It will come in handy after track. The music stopped abruptly. I looked at my watch and seen Marcus in the room using their own camera. I stopped the shower and wrapped a towel around my body.

My hair will just have to drip. It naturally coils from the water. I pulled the door open. “Why?”

Marcus stood with his arms crossed.

“If something were to go down, I won’t be able to hear you call out. Or do you want to die?”

I went back into the bathroom and finished my shower. If these two keep it up I will make them the targets instead.

Monday 6am

Tyler was ready and waiting for me. I wanted to kill who ever came up with this uniform for young women. It was too damn cool in the morning to be wearing this.

“Ready?” He asked.

Didn’t I look ready? I thought. I was wearing the ridiculous get up. My thick curly hair was in a ponytail. A backpack and a duffle bag both slung on my shoulders.

For a driver he is doing a shit job.

“Yeah”

I went to the car door that he held open and thought of many ways to string him up that would cause the right amount of pain. that was when he took my bags from me.

Inside the car I felt like I needed a cup of coffee. I don’t normally drink caffeine, but I needed a boost.

“Can we stop and get coffee?”

He looked at me in the mirror but thought against it. He nodded and a sigh of relief escaped.

We drove up to a booth that had a line to go to it. It looked like a woman was serving this line on her own. Once we moved up, I finally seen what she was wearing. Rather how little she was wearing. The sign said Bikini Barista.

Great. I really don’t give a shit but it should be fair. There should be a booth with men showing skin and smiling sweetly to get tips for Barista service.

“What do you want?”

“Black coffee.” I said staring daggers at him. That is defiantly what a teen would do and right now my mood is in the crapper.

Once we got the coffee the girls started to flirt with him. he looked in the rare view to see if I was listening. I put on my headphones acting like I could hear. But in actuality the headphones amplifies their conversation.

“So, you want to come back later?”

“For?”

“Something real sweet.” She said with a sexy smile.

“I’ll think on it. You have a line, thanks for the order.” He said then gave her a smile.

‘He had dimples, cute.’

We went over where he was going to pick me up. Once there he came out and handed me my bags.

I gave him a smile and went off to track with a little bonce in my step. Coffee does wonders.