The guy who hired me paid a lot. This is what killers make? This is more than enough to buy a used phone. I can give the rest to Matthias as a much deserved thank you. He's the only reason I'm not homeless, living on the street. Actually, I would have gone back up for adoption. However, the authorities don't know Mr. Sergei even died. I buried him myself very soon after his death. I still have the bullet that killed him. It's safe in my bag at Matthias's house. One day, I should make an earring out of it or something. To help me remember him by, I guess.
I actually go to school that day. I didn't have anything better to do as I'm, as of now, a normal high school student, in whatever twisted way you like to put it. Right?
Okay, my new phone is officially my favorite object I own. It's just a flip phone, but Jiara gave me her number. It feels like she gets more beautiful every single time I see her. What's going on with me? Matthias got a really good discount on a phone too, and paid with the cash I gave him. We can stay in contact now and organize meet-ups. It's also good for when we're out—well—doing stuff we're not supposed to be doing, let's put it like that.
More good news! Vance is coming back in a few days. Time passed so slowly but now the whole gang'll be together again. Imagine what we could get up to. I grin. I didn't realize how much I had bonded with Vance. We only really became friends in the past year or so when we discovered our similar interests. Nobody is good with a knife the way Vance is, whether it comes to whittling or cutting through bone. The way Matthias can take anyone down with a punch or two. The way that there's no target I can't hit if you hand me a rifle. We're a team, the three of us. Oh man, when Vance returns we'll be freaking unstoppable. Are you ready for this, world?