The principal walk out of the room as I promised that I would do what-ever is in here... What did I just sign myself up for. She could literally tell me to murder someone and thanks to my unsocial ass I just promised her I would.

I open up the envelope and there is just one single note. Just one. With the words "Gates Locke". That's it. Maybe she said I can my work here because this room will give me clues. That should be the case if she knows about my job, but I doubt she would want me to take apart her office so let's start with something common...computer. That should be it.

I hop onto the chair and notice one thing first. It's so goddamn comfortable. Man, I want a chair like this.

Back to business. Her computer was unlocked, so I think I'm right.

Everything's so organized in here, I wouldn't have thought anyone was this neat. First thing I do is go into files, and sure enough everyone in the school seems to be in here. Staff, classes and even parents. That makes things easier for me. I finally found his name and his info.

Gates Locke. 16 years old. Seems like the only info on him is his home address. Damn, would have been better if it had listed his parent/caretaker. His home seems to be close to my apartment, lucky... I think. Since I have can't do anything I decide to leave.

Okay, this should be easy. Befriend him. You can do this.

Or not I'm getting anxiety just thinking of it. Oof this is gonna be harder then I thought.

Once I copied all the information onto my handy dandy flash drive I'm ready to roll out!

I stop by the convince store around the corner of my apartment to gather information on this Gates Locke. I want it to seem like a natural conversation so I grab some snacks. I grab 2 cups of coffee, just in case I actually run into him, and some ruffles.

Everyone likes ruffles right?

I go up to the front and set my things on the counter, and I notice something. It's just us in the store.

That's good. Now if I mess up I can just run.

"Hey, umm..., you work here often right?" Yeah, great start Kieth, ask the man if he works here often. Seem like a stalker.

"Hum umm yeah why?"

"I'm looking for someone that lives close by, but the thing is I only know their name and address but I wanna know if anyone knows what he looks like."

"I know a lot of people around here so shoot."

Wow, this guy sure is friendly. He'd make a great friend. It would be awsome if he was Gates.

"Gates Locke, heard anyone by that name?"

"Who's asking?"

I immediately remember why I hate talking to new people, why I always stuck close to someone I already knew. This feeling makes me want to crawl under a rock and die. His once-friendly lime-green eyes turned into blocks of colored cement. He seems angry, no more than angry, pissed.

"Umm... no one. I mean me. But I'm a no one."

I try fleeing from the store to go calm down at home, but that doesn't work. The cashier grabs my shirt, I can't escape from his grasp by just pulling.

~Hit, Hit him. you know you can't survive in this world without using your experience. Just do it. Who's gonna stop you? Certainly not 17~

Before I know it everything is black. Well, this sucks, seem like I fainted due to stress.