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The First Chapter

I deleted my internet history and then turned off the computer. I stood up, pressing my weight on the flimsy desk in front of my. Looking to my left, I saw my reflection in the mirror hanging by my closet.
‘What a monster I’ve become’ I thought to myself as I paced the room. The clocked broke the silence in the room, alerting me that it was now 7:00. As I walked across the room to turn it off, there was a knock at my bedroom door. Knowing who it was, I turned off the alarm and slowly walked to the door. I opened the door and was greeted with a familiar face.
“What kind of idiot sets their alarm on a Saturday morning?”
This was my roommate. She was about 5 foot and had a small frame. Her bright green eyes looked aggravated as her brown hair turned into a tangled halo around her face. She was wearing a bright green tank top and blue pajama bottoms. I knew I would have to leave this house soon, so that she wouldn’t be caught in my mess.
“Sorry about that Kylee. Maybe you shouldn’t be such a light sleeper.”
“Well, now that I’m up, you owe me breakfast.”
“Well, I suppose that’s fair.”
We went downstairs, where I began to make eggs and she watched the T.V. in the kitchen.
“Kylee, I’ll be moving out today. I’m going to stay with a friend. I’ve given you the rent for this month and next month, that way you have time to find a new roommate to help with rent. Is that ok?”
“Huh? I guess so but…why are you leaving?”
“My friend will be giving me a job at his local business. I would normally refuse, but the pay is wonderful. It’s an offer I simply can’t ignore. And you’ll be leaving for college in another year, so it’s not like I could stay here much longer anyway.”
“Now I remember, you told me you would be leaving last week. I guess I just blocked it out because I didn’t want it to be true…” Her voice carried on in the silence. I handed her a plate with eggs and toast and got her a glass of milk.
“Kylee, I told you we could never date. Do you remember why I said that?”
“You said I deserve someone better than you.”
“And you did find someone better than me. You found Tyler, remember? He’s at Harvard, with straight A’s and he seems very nice. And you love him, remember?”
“Yea, I love him. But not as much as I love you.”
“You don’t love me Kylee. You love Tyler. I have to go pack now.”
I got up and rushed to my room. I felt awful, and I knew it wouldn’t get better. She was my soul mate in every way, but I had to let her go. Is my brother worth this? I could always stop hacking. Yes, I could stop hacking and deny everything if questioned and…
No. I’m too far into this now. Still, I will miss her. I packed my clothes, my money and my computer equipment. I took one last look at my room, and then started down the stairs. When I reached the kitchen, I saw Kylee, still frozen. She finally stood up and moved to where her face was inches from mine.
“Nathan, can I try one thing.”
“It depends on what it-“
And then she kissed me.
I felt wonderful and horrible all at the same time. Everything finally felt right with the world again. I felt her place her arms around my neck and I placed mine around her waist. I had to stop, but I couldn’t force myself to do it. I was in an immeasurable amount of both pain and pleasure. When I finally came to my senses after what seemed like hours, I pulled away.
“If you still want to leave, then do so.”
I knew the path I had to take.
“Goodbye Kylee.”
I placed my bags into my car, and started the engine. I turned the music so loud that it was almost impossible to think. As I looked back at the house one last time, I saw her waving half-heartedly. I pulled out of the driveway and left.
When I arrived at my destination after 2 days of driving, I stopped the car and got out. The old, abandoned warehouse in the middle of the woods would be the perfect spot to set up my operation. I took my bags up to the top room where I then unpacked and set up my computer. My first order of business was to delete any history of me on the internet. I deleted any trace of evidence there was that I existed. When that was over, I called the criminal whom I was currently assisting.
“Hello?”
“Hello, may I have your assigned number?”
“Oh, it’s you. My number is 771.”
“Thank you for the confirmation. This is Note. Your ID and passport are ready. They can be picked up at 455 Lakeside Road in Austin, Texas. After you verify that the passport is one you like, please give the man the $9,000 dollars. He will keep $1,000 of it and the other $8,000 will go to me. From there, you may get on any flight you like. Do you remember what to do after that?”
“Find Hal and tell him G113, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct. Do you need his address?”
“No, I think I can find it.”
“Good. Oh, and if the money you give us is fake, or if you try to run, we will know. We will then dispose of you. Goodbye, client number 771.”
“Goodbye, Note. Oh and thank you.”
“Anytime.”
I ended the call with him and finalized all the arrangements. I logged onto the governments secret file, where they post all records from the previous meetings. After clicking on today’s date, the screen flashed with the following info.
Attention:
No major criminals have been arrested in the last year. We are beginning to suspect the presence of another hacker. Please keep your eyes out for any evidence that may link to this. End.
I smiled and leaned back on the floor.

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