After a long week of bullies, drama, and injuries, the weekend finally came.

I had made a list of all the places I would visit in hopes of getting a job.

I needed enough money in order to move out of my brother's home. I know my exsisticts has caused him trouble, and I know I need to fix things so he won't worry.

So once I have enough money, I’ll go find my own place to live.

I get up, and look in the closet for something casual.

In the end, I pick a white tank top, and grey skinny jeans to go with.

I head down stairs, and turn in the T.V.

“Thank you jorge, today we will have a clear sky, with a temperature of 90 degrees fahrenheit, so make sure to stop by the local pool! Back to you Jorge.” The T.V blared.

AS I prepared some coffee

“Thank you victoria, there have been recent reports on a group of missing teenagers. The report says they go to Willow West high school, and have been missing for two weeks!”

Right when I was about to pour myself a bowl of cereal, I paused.

How can they sound so positive? HOw do they manage to smile while saying such horrible things?

It's sickening!

“Keep an eye out for these kids, and remember! Stay safe. Im Jorge and this is Ashfield news!”

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After eating and making sure I have enough Nasty bean water(A.K.A coffee) in me to survive the day, I gather up my wallet, and keys, and head out the door.

In case you didn’t know, I can't drive. Imagine that, a high schooler that does know how to drive!

I sadly didn’t have time to learn. More specifically, my parents didn’t have time, and neither does my brother. So I stick to walking. The good part about walking is I get time to myself.

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I finally made it into town around ten in the morning.

I decided to start with the smaller shops first since I'm more likely to avoid trouble there.

I go to rock shops, comic shops, art shops, and clothing shops, only to come out empty handed. Of course they wouldn't be looking for any new employees. They can barely pay to keep their shops open, so there's no way they would be able to pay their employees.

Just when I'm about to move onto restaurants and such, I find one more shop. This one hides in the corner of an alleyway. There are violet curtains draping over an oak door that reads: “Dark Arts''.

I slowly open the door, only to announce my presence at the sound of the screeching door.

“Hello?”

Crystal balls, and voodoo dolls cover side tables, and the scent of dry herbs reach my nose.

Cautiously, I make my way to the front desk. Glancing at each object, only to spot a necklace with an obsidian stone caught my eye.

“It's known to help you connect to the spiritual realm.” A gravelly voice, snaps me out of my trance.

“Pardon?”

He laughs, and shakes his head.

“Nevermind, do you need something?”

“Ah yes, are you perhaps hiring right now?”

“Afraid not,” he shakes his head, and makes his way over to me.

He then picks up the obsidian necklace, only to hand it to me.

“Oh im sorry, I-I don't have any money right now,” I stutter like the idiot that I am.

He chuckles at this.

“Keep it,” he chuckles and nudges the object into my hands.

“Something tells me you’ll be needing it soon.”

The sound of the bell at the entrance, interrupts me before I can ask him what he means.

A boy with pure white hair, and black eyes comes walking through the shady entrance.

“Hey, grampa, I got the supplies you asked for- who’s this?”

“Oh no one son, he was just leaving,”he glances my way.

I nod, and start for the door, only to be stopped by a hand as cold as ice.

I gasp from the touch, and accidentally drop the necklace the old man gave me.

“Oh sor-,” he reaches down to pick it up at the same time I do, and we smack heads.

“S-sorry,” he panics.

“It's alright,” I whimper and rub the new bump forming from where we had touched.

“L-let me get that for you,” he quickly swipes up the necklace, and places the necklace into my hand.

“Im really sorry!” He gently curls his fingers around my hand.

The cold from his hands, sting my hands. I start to fidget when he doesn’t let go.

I really am so sor-,” he’s interrupted by the old man clearing his throat.

“Now I think the boy’s been through for today Oliver, why don't you go unpack the supplies,” The old man laughs.

“R-right, I’ll be right back!” he runs off to a dark room you wouldn’t have seen at first.

“Thank you,” I whisper right before leaving the shop.

Once I’ve asked around a couple more places, I make it to the theaters. Open the fancy doors to the entrance, and right when I’m about to enter the building, my shoulders slammed into, and nudged aside.

“Hey what's your problem man!” I grab the man by the shoulders, only to find out its-

“Conner?”