It’s been about 2 weeks since my first job. I had another one that went pretty smoothly. Most meetings with indigo consist of planning our next job and setting up messages. We left an ominous message or two and posted up newspapers for change and stuff. “THEY’RE CALLING ME A TERRORIST!?” “ugh don't yell, yes they’re calling you a terrorist but the internet is calling you an activist. That’s what matters, people will call you all sorts of junk. This is a long term thing, tomorrow more rumors will spread. But you know how people are, eventually they’ll figure it out and change will take on the more things exposed, our plan is straight, it will all change with time. There’s nothing that can stop us, don't let it get to your head” indigo said all while staring me in the eyes. I was planning to argue more but his unusual and unprompted monologue pretty much took the words right out of my mouth. “Uh- yeah. I know” in truth we planned this all so i did know but i was still kinda angry.
That was all that happened the last meeting, we had 2 more silent jobs before we gave a face to the whole charade aka me. Now here i am, in school listening to my lovely friend amelia snark about how awful this supposid terrorist is, i want to kill myself. “It’s completely terrible! What kind of monster would do such a thing” said amelia dramatically, clara flipped through her perfume magazine “they’re an anarchist, what can you expect. I suppose they want change in our system or something "I smiled through my pain. That was LITERALLY what I wrote in all of my papers, messages, and ominous messages! “I don't get it, why go through all the trouble to kill those people and leave all those messages, our system is lovely, we have a beautiful city and no villains!” Natalia said she was brushing her hair into a high pony and adding a fancy bow while ignoring violetta telling her it looks horrible. “Mmm” i said while shooting a glare at a boy trying to catch my eye, “you’re awfully quiet estelle” said violetta while fixing natalie’s hair, “ah well you know how vain i am, i don't have an opinion on such matters” i said dramatically, violetta barely glanced up and muttered a “hmm”
the bell beeped and we all got up to head to our next class,
In reality i don't remember much of the class, something about temperatures, most of it was gossiping about me. Well, not me me, like- you know. Amelia turned to me in the middle of class, “You’re going to the party right? We’re all going and totally going to get drunk, it’s victoria’s sweet 16 and there’s no adults it’s totally isolated no cameras so we can totally go crazy” tbh that sounds like a terrible idea, im one of the only 17 yr olds in the class and victoria was the last 15 yr old in the class. A bunch of toxic drunk teenagers in an isolated space with unlimited questionable foods? Yeah no not by choice “of course” but my parents gonna make me go anyway so what’s the point, i can send indigo dumb photos. Speaking of indigo, a text popped up on my phone, from indigo. Hey, remember when the next job is? Don't forget -indi, yeah i know it’s on XXXX get in set the smoke makers, everyone gets out, we leave a message then get out easy peasy -me, THIS IS A PUBLIC COURT MEETING! They are discussing topics that directly relate to us! They’ll be on edge, don't get cocky -indi, “ugh” I start typing when some girl starts talking to me and I get distracted. When I get home I change out of my uniform and take a bath, then I water my many roses because I was bored.
The rest of the week goes pretty smoothly, people rave about the party on friday and i chat with indigo about the job next saturday. You know how school goes, people gossip about dumb things and mostly mind their own business. On Thursday however, things get a bit interesting…
I arrive at school late, when I get in class the mood is downright depressive. I usually find this room depressive but it seems today everyone else was as well. When I sit at my table and glance at Clara she doesn't even look up to say hello and Amelia frowns at me. “I thought you weren't coming?” she said disappointingly “i was just late, traffic was tough and i accidentally ran into my sibling so i had to reorganize my bag” amelia looks across the class and sighs “shoulda stayed home” she looks a bit annoyed now, part of me was a little curious why everyone was so over it today, the other part of me didn’t care.
As the day goes on everyone seems to get even more annoyed and bitchy for no particular reason, not that i can complain since at least it meant people were not gossiping or spreading new rumors about the murderer/terrorist aka me (yes they were still talking about that) which usually kinda ticked me off when they did. At lunch I finally decided to stop not caring and ask, “so what’s up today?” I worded it in a way that didn't just seem like I was asking why everyone’s a wet blanket today. “You don't know? Apparently the guy that helps coordinate everything like a very important party on friday is suspended for vandalizing the school with glow in the dark ink, so we all have to coordinate on our own so it’s going to be super lame oh also we have a huge test tomorrow nobody knew about” just as i expected, it was a super dumb reason. But unfortunately this test is in social manners and being ladylike and all that junk (yeah we’re that type of rich kid school) and my parents will care about that one.
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I dreaded going home. My lovely parents will either, 1 take away my phone and computer if i don't study, 2 take away my phone if i’m not serious about studying, 3 take away my phone while i study…. They took away my phone. As expected, I didn't even have my laptop because it broke, so pretty much all thursday and friday morning i didn’t have any devices. The test was fine, I smiled, stood up straight, handled my temper in tough situations, all that junk. The problem was, on friday afternoon i got my phone back as i was on my way to the party thing, low and behold, 17 missed messages and 4 missed calls from indigo. They moved the date for the court meeting. As i’m sitting there in the car reading indigo’s long line of texts knowing i’m probably so fucked. Yeah i was fucked, i texted indigo back explaining the situation, he didn’t know the date for the meeting it could be in days or any second and i was supposed to clear my schedule!? I was just arriving at an uncomfortable social event. If I left I would never hear the end of it. I stepped out of the car to a mansion with music and weird lights blaring out of it. As I accepted my fate and stepped into the ‘house’ I hoped to maybe sit in a corner with my hand over a cup waiting to see the date for the meeting or any updates from indigo but alas, as soon as I set one foot inside the door. I got yanked in by a colorful friend and the chaos began.
The night wasn’t as good as most parties, since michael didn’t organize this one i guess, there were no organized zones, non alcoholic zone, video games, food, dance, couch area, nope none of that. It was a nightmare, there were flashing lights, the floor was wet and sticky, all kinds of music played from unknown directions, people making out in hallways, and so so so much chatter, people talking here and over there and i could swear i heard random chatter from the ceiling, so many noises i was starting to lose my mind. I began to panic, I needed something to focus on, something to do anything. I saw my friend Amelia dancing, Violetta flirting, Natalia drinking and Clara complaining about something. In a panic I rushed to the kitchen and sorta just sat there like an awkward idiot.
Eventually some guy sparked up a conversation and I politely played along to try and calm myself down. After i rejected his offering of a spiked drink i tried to focus, this party was ridiculous and i’m going home, i grabbed a drink and downed a bit then poured the rest out, my breath smelled of alcohol so i had an excuse for my parents, i needed to wait until the losers (like myself) started leaving so i could join the crowd, until then there was no way out. Doors were flanked by people I knew who would ask questions and I was not desperate enough to jump out a window.
After a minute or 2, just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse a text popped up on my phone: It’s happening NOW. you have to come here and we need to go. -indi. The color literally drained from my face, all the worst things were happening at once, i had enough time to write back; What the fuck -me and then i literally threw off my shoes and ran into the dance area, dodging random people and then i fucking jumped out the window. Not like a superhero, more like some girl in a leather jacket and shorts holding some high heels awkwardly throwing herself out the window in the middle of a party, because that’s what it was. I’m pretty sure 6 people saw me because when I tumbled on the ground, (We were on the 2nd story but the first was kinda short) I glanced back up at the window and saw a couple people staring out of it at me in horror.
I didn't really care about anything, I would get in so much trouble for leaving like that and not saying anything. My parents would be pissed, my friends would be pissed, indigo would be pissed. I was at a party in the first place when I had to be on standby. I ran as fast as I could to Indigo's house. I probably looked stupid but that’s not a priority right now. I took track club in like 5th grade so i wasn’t thaaat slow, jk i was super slow. Like it took me 25 minutes to get to indigo’s house from the party. It’s usually like 15 from mine, when I got there indigo didn’t even look that angry which i was relieved (he was probably saving it for later) i immediately got on my stuff and we rushed to the meeting. When I got there I slipped in through an open window.
Setting up the smoke/fog machines wasn’t as hard as i anticipated, but it did take time, by the time i had them all up and hit the button the meeting was in full session, people quickly evacuated like in the plan, i snuck in the courtroom immediately after the left… I pulled out my spray paint and- a camera shutter clicked behind me.