Chapter 9: Who are they? What their problem?

A/N= this is Kaeley

/Songs for this Chapter:

I'd rather do blind - Etta James

One Job for You - ???

"Yo wake up! Wake-..." I ignore the alarm, "wake the hell up!"

"Jared Daal!" ignores, "Wake up or I'll strangle you..." I shot up looking at my younger sister sitting with her hands reaching my neck, "you woke up!" she smiled sweetly knowing that if I don't wake up she'll surely strangle me, "Jonathan will take both of us to school."

"okay," I whine, "get out and I'll get dressed!"

When I finished dressing up i walked down stairs earning my elder brother looking at me with an arched brown looking at me with concern. He wore a red colored t-shirt and a pair of grey joggers that had 'Reebok' vertically on the side of the left leg, and his usual black addidas jacked wrapped around his waist. "Kids this week I'll be your AP replacement teacher!" Both I and Jona groan in frustration. "Vamonos! It's gonna be fun!"

Jona huffed, "I'll die by your hands Jonathan! I never thought you'll be our teacher for this week!" she crossed her hand over her chest turning her head on the left letting her mushroom blonde hair fall on her shoulder blocking from letting Jonathan to see the small smile she pulled on her lips.

"Whatever." I slap his hand slightly as I was inches away from his face, we were the same height, "one thing tho," I look at him with the eye, "don't disturb me from finding out about the Amore gang nor about my lost memories."

He smiles and says, "I don't care if you remember about Liz nor about you getting a promotion." He turns and walks out of the two storage high family house. He had a small smirk on his face, he knows something I don't, and I swear that I will find out.

I look at my blue eyed sister who shrugged and plugged her earpieces in her ears and walked out behind my elder brother, I walked out behind her kicking the wooden door locking it behind me as I walked down the three stairs. In the distance I saw my brothers huge jeep parked on the side.

I opened the back door sitting next to the left door putting my headphones on hearing to 'the Box' by Roddy Ricch rocking my head with the rhythm I see the rood getting blurry as my brother drove down the street. Jonathan talked to Jona that was sitting next to him in shotgun, funny fact: all of the Dall kids have a 'J' in the front of their name, Jonathan, Jared and Jona—all have the 'J' in the front of the name.

I then felt the car coming into a sharp halt as I opened my eyes I looked outside the dark window I see my school looking at the looks of the teenagers I know that this is the first jeep ever seen in this high school. "Tch," I look at my siblings that looked at me with concern, "what do I have something on my face or what?"

They didn't say anything but stepped out and walked to their destined places, I opened my door and jumped out seeing a familiar Audi parked next to my brother's jeep. I smile creped on my face as I looked at the red colored car, then the door opened and reveled a brown haired beauty that wore simply a jogger and a V-shirt and from the passenger door came the daughter of my parents; Lizabeth Amore she had dark blue ripped jean and a white crop top over it her usual leather jacket.

Liz turned and looked at me and she smiled looking at me, "Hi Jared how was life going?" her blue-grey eyes looked at me with a small glint of hope.

I smiled as I showed her a thumbs-up, she smiled,

The girl that came with Liz had black eyes and dark brown eyes that was in a messy bun, and I mean really messy and she had black Joggers and white V- necked shirt. I saw her left hand covered in tattoos and a golden keychain necklace hanging on her neck. "She's Priscilla my cousin," Liz points at the tattoo girl she waves sleepily, "she's shy."

Priscilla looked into my brown eyes and I saw sadness and despair and she said that it's nice meeting me again and walked inside to the lockers. "Hey Liz," I called her with a low voice for nobody else to hear us, she turned her head looking at me, "does she know me?" I said pointing at the brunette that was walking away from us.

The blue-grey eyed girl nodded saying, "yes she was a close friend of her," she locks her car and walks next to me as we entered the school seeing the Security men standing at the doors as we scanned before we walked deeper inside, "why does this school have so much security? Well I know that this school is like the school of trouble makers etc."

"Well," I started looking around as I lowered my voice, "this school is a special school for: Drug dealers, serial killers, hit man, maniacs, street fighters, assassins, fief, gangsters and surely trouble makers. In this school they train you to see another opportunities that you have in life that you could better be something else than what you were or you are." I as an assassin I'm here so I could learn to have a side job and that I wound change into a serial killer or a maniac or even much worse.

"Oh," she cooed looking at the security cameras that hung at the ceiling, then she glared at it as we continued walking, "I never thought you were a trouble maker." I ask the same question for you Liz: 'Why the heck are you here of all people?' she pulled her black colored iphone from her back pocked unlocking it with fingerprint and looked at me then clicked WhatsApp and scrolled and called someone. There was a ring some feet in front of us, is that the person she's calling? "Hey Prescott." She talked to the person I heard her telling him to meet her at classroom 15 since she wants him to meet someone and to bring the 'younger Ryder'? Then she clicked the 'end call' bottom and pushed her phone back in her pocked, "Follow me Jared," we walked thru the halls as we stood in front of No. 15; history class.

As we entered I saw a boy that dark brown hair and hazel-green eyes that was looking into my eyes, he had some mixed up emotion in his eyes. His eyes looked like crystals and his face grey pale. He was sitting in the middle row's first seat. He placed his left hand on his forehead while placing his elbow on the wooden table, "Lizabeth," he started his voice was hoarse, "what do you want to gain from letting us re-meet?" he closes his eyes waiting for her to answer.

He waited,

I waited,

But she remained silent, and walked towards him, away from my side, grabbing a stool from another table and sat in front of him. She pulled her phone and unlocks it sliding it in front of him giving a view of a photo, I couldn't see the photo very good; but I donno that it triggered something in my mind and body because seconds later I was lying on the floor and all around me was pure black.

"Do you think that he'll remember us?" The hazel-green boy said. "he should eventually find me familiar since we knew each other since childhood."

Liz said: "I don't know but the only thing I know is that doctors say that it's the only way to trigger the mind to re-produce the memories of the person." I felt my hair being pulled back slightly, "I wish that he'll remember us and the times we said that we liked each other and other thing... except what happened with her." I heard her voice crack a bit.

I re-gain consciousness, so they know me since I was I child and now they are trying to make remember who I was and who they are. My brown eyes looked around but I only saw blur but in that blur a pair of blue-grey eyes that shined in the darkness of that room. I sat up as the blur completely turned into its normal ways. My body was on the floor but my head was on something. I looked up seeing Liz next to my head and my head was on her lap, her black hair was in a high bun, "you fainted for a good ten minutes," the guy said, "by the way my name's Asher Ryder sixteen." He offers his hand and I gladly took it as he pulled me up Liz stood up next to Asher. He had a pair of diamond earrings on his ears, and they glowed in the semi dark room.

The bell then ran and we walked out of the room saying out swift 'bye' and 'see you later'. But lucky that I was I had ELA that meant that I have classes with Liz and Dylan: bad combination BAD. I with that they would be capable of killing each other in the first thirty minutes! Both I and Liz entered the room as we saw several eyes watching us including Dylan and Priscilla who has an opened space next to her and there was a boy that had a darker shade of brown standing next to the table but Priscilla tried to shoo him away but he didn't budge.

"Princess," the boy pleads looking at edge of begging, "you're my bestie for more than a decade ago. Why are you pushing me away?!" he had his hands cupping her face as if she's the most fragile thing in the world. She on the other hand looked down as he tried to convince her (by the way the teacher isn't here yet) and she had her hands on his shoulder trying to push him away.

"Oh my god," I hear Liz murmur under her breath, "Vladimir can you chill dude! Priscilla's in her Japan right now, jess." Liz pulls him to sit behind their table and Liz sits where Vladimir wanted to sit.

I walked and sat next to Dylan that was flirting with Lorena (the same girl from yesterday) she said across the room but she still sat here sometimes to get Dylan and I's attention happily Dylan it starting to get tired of her just like other players do. I placed my book on the table just when Mr. Henderson entered the room with his brown hair was in a men bun and he had his reading glasses hanging on the collar of his polo, his brown eyes glared at the kids sitting at their wrong seats. Lorena immediately ran to her seat at the far back right across the room, shockingly it was next to Vladimir who had his head on the table while scrolling in his phone. I saw how a smirk appeared her fair skin and she searched his attention but never received it.

I on the other hand held myself so I wouldn't laugh at how Vladimir made the face of 'who's-bitch-is-this?!' then he plugged his airpots in his ear and blasted a music in his ears, totally ignoring her blabbering about how 'hot' and 'handsome' he was.

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After hearing Mr. Henderson blabbering about his books he left us make an assay due in a month, about the book '84 days and counting' by Hendry Henderson aka him. Well then he left to talk to a teacher that called him.

I turned and looked at Dylan that was slightly blushing at a certain brunette that was talking to Liz, while she was typing on her phone. But in all that conversation she didn't smile nothing she had no emotion in those black eyes of hers.

"Young master Bush are you blushing at the brunette?" With a low voice I teased when I used the name that his maid called him.

He glared and sighed saying, "she just caught my attention and she reminds me of Audrey," he closes his eyes while rubbing his temples slightly, "but the brunette has something that makes me not want to talk to her."

I tilled my head to the side asking, "What's that?"

He opens his brown eyes saying: "she's sad about something, but I don't know what."

~rea~