Opulence This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I’ve been watching him for days now. When he leaves his house to go to school, I’m the one carefully tailing him, switching cars every day to make myself look less suspicious. If he ever sneaks out of his second-story room, I’ll be the one silently watching from a nearby tree. In class when he turns, feeling eyes on the back of his head, I’m the one who sent the hair on the back of his neck up on end. I am the girl whose shadow is always slightly overlapping his.

Being assigned to watch him almost makes me
feel like I’m not a stalker. Though I’m only 17, I’m a full-fledged member of the organization known as O.P.U.L.E.N.C.E. I’ve been with them since the ­tender age of five. It’s my home. Being an orphan, my office is also my permanent residence, the couch a fold-out bed. There are many others like me: no family. A lot of us are loners and haven’t chosen this route for ourselves.

I’m a tracker. I have been for years and some might say that I am the best at not being the best. In other words, I’m great at being invisible. Or at not being noticed. It’s not as hard as the others in the organization think. Being young and female is good, since most we track are young. Seeing me around younger people – my age, actually – doesn’t raise alarm bells. It helps that I’m cute. With a small frame, light hazel eyes, and short blond hair that curls under my chin, I don’t appear threatening. Of course, my ­organization-funded training doesn’t back that theory.

Soon I won’t be tracking down others with the power. They are finally going to give me an apprentice. After years of mastering everything I’ve been taught, they see my potential. That’s not to say I know everything. Even with my extended life I won’t be able to learn all the things I want to. If only this annoying boy would show the signs. It’s been almost a week. If he doesn’t show soon, they’ll reassign me. That much longer until I get my apprentice.

So here I am, sipping a latté and waiting for the Target to leave for school. I have been put in all of his classes in case something happens there, though I graduated high school years ago. Private tutors sped things up. With no family or personal ties, I had lots of time to devote to my studies. Martial arts black belts. Twelve languages, not including English. Everything a girl needs for a serious career in the agency. Such positions of power are not handed out easily. You must prove yourself many times over.

The Target and I have never spoken, but I know a lot about him. His file told me some, but after watching him for only a few days, I feel confident in saying that I know things no one else does. Not just the obvious, either. He resents his father and is protective of his mother, which makes me suspect the father is less than faithful. He smiles often but doesn’t make a lot of eye contact. He usually only speaks when spoken to. Although he has many friends, he isn’t close with any of them. The Target is observant, a watcher. This leads me to believe we would get along if he shows any promise.

I look down at my watch, then back at his house a few blocks away. The Target is late, which means I’ll be late too. Today my ride is a shiny black sports car, not out of place in this suburb full of midlife-crisis men. I turn on the engine impatiently. I’m fiddling with the radio when I hear something. I don’t feel any immediate danger, and I know to trust those feelings. But I ­also know that something is off.

Just as I am about to get out of the car and pretend to look in the trunk, the passenger door opens. I look up in surprise as the Target slides into the seat next to me. I grin, quite pleased by this turn of events. This is definitely a good sign. Perhaps intuition is strong in him. That would be good for my apprentice to have, complementary. I could handle having to deal with that.

“Hello, Lenna. Why have you been following me for a week now?” the Target asks lightly, conversationally, his first words ever said in my direction.

Ah, one of my many aliases. The organization set it up so that whenever I’m on a case, I get a new name, past, and present. It’s very powerful. The organization can basically do anything it needs; it has people everywhere imaginable. I’m just one of many, though there aren’t that many at the top, as I am. They don’t trust many to be trackers. Or to be apprentices. All of the full members have the power, though we control others to get things done.

My smile deepens as I say in my authoritative, professional voice, “My real name is Jade. I am a witch of the moon and a tracker for the organization known as O.P.U.L.E.N.C.E. You are also a witch. We would like to formally welcome you into the organization as my apprentice. Here is my card for verification.”

Jade Wordsworth
Tracker for O.P.U.L.E.N.C.E
Official Political Understanding Lending ­Everyone ­Navigation for Co-Existing Ethereals
Office hours: 8 a.m.-3 p.m. Mon-Sat
Phone: 555-5555
Proud league of witches of the sun and moon.

“What do you mean ‘moon and sun’? Or ‘tracker’?” he asks, still looking at my card like it’s going to ­disappear.

“Types of magic. Moon is all about spells, the sun is more potion-based, though each type of witchcraft involves the other somehow. As a tracker, I find people like you and I bring them to O.P.U.L.E.N.C.E. Every witch must register, train, and become a member by law. In fact, the organization is like a government targeted toward witches,” I explain with a smile, loving the fact that this time I get to teach the newbie.

“Magic? Seriously?” he asks, eyes wide, meeting mine. They are large, yellow, and catlike.

I click a button on my left, automatically locking the doors. I put the car into drive, pulling out onto the road. As an afterthought I add as a courtesy, “I think you had better come with me.” .

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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lexie lue:) said...
Sept. 22, 2011 at 12:49 pm
Great choice of words...if I ever find this book i will definatly read it!!
mercebeinyata said...
Sept. 16, 2011 at 11:29 pm
This is a very nice peice. I like the way you portrayed her as such a calm person. You used the correct amount of information at the correct time.
Regs_the_Shorty said...
Sept. 12, 2011 at 7:37 pm
So amazyingly great!!!! Love it!!!
AccioPencil This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 14, 2011 at 10:23 pm

I thought this was a VERY well written story. Your writing style was refreshing and diction cleverly used. However, the beginning was a bit too much of an "info dump" for me, and I hope it didn't deter other readers.

Great job, and keep writing! :)

Brin11 said...
Sept. 12, 2011 at 5:35 pm
At first I thought she was a stalker...then a monster in disguise. I kept trying to figure out if she was a good guy or not. At the end I felt like she fit the role of a witch very well. I just suggest that if you realize someone has been watching you for a whole week, don't get in nthe car with them annd especially don't let them lock the door.  (though I liked that detail- it fit her personality) though maybe he was just going with his witch gut feeling.
Victor_Hagar replied...
Oct. 15, 2011 at 12:29 am
I honestly thought the story would be better if she was a stalker and even better if she was a monster in disguise.
Pumpkinscout said...
Sept. 12, 2011 at 11:34 am
Nice!!! This is so cool! You could make a whole book about this subject. It just sucked me right in!
Catiejune said...
Sept. 7, 2011 at 10:32 am
amazing story. i want to get mine most of the way finished before i post it.
Mackie said...
Sept. 2, 2011 at 5:32 pm
wowowow ! awesome ! you have a gift ! :) if you get a chance please check out my new piece "freak's island ch 1-5" and leave some feedback !
im.so.me said...
Aug. 29, 2011 at 10:50 am
It's like James Bond mixed with Harry Potter. Mixed with stalkers.
LilLover5-15 said...
Aug. 21, 2011 at 3:22 pm
love it :)
Janeyy said...
Aug. 21, 2011 at 1:15 pm
The main plot is a LOT like Agents of Secret Stuff... 
TheMightySuzannah said...
Aug. 17, 2011 at 6:44 pm
This is so old time spy mixed with the now. The voice kind of sounds like a detective movie. I love it!
jojo said...
Jul. 30, 2011 at 12:36 pm
i don't get this...
iamonecoolradiator said...
Jul. 23, 2011 at 6:34 am
This was great...maybe you could build up the suspense even more? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read my work if you have time
TAR11 said...
Jul. 19, 2011 at 6:54 am
Cool story please check mine out if you get the chance. 
writerfreak21231 said...
Jul. 12, 2011 at 10:18 am
I loved the story! Great job! Hey everyone! just posted two of my stories here there called Nightstalker and The Beast. if you read them tell me if you like them or not! Thanks! :D
place4pluto said...
Jul. 8, 2011 at 5:44 pm
This story is AMAZING! It made me want more. PLEASE POST MORE CHAPTERS!!! Your a great writer. :)
amber R. replied...
Jul. 30, 2011 at 8:06 pm
i agree. please write more and post it. I loved this!!
Danealle said...
Jul. 8, 2011 at 12:26 pm
This is wonderful! The detail is nice and it kept me wanting more! It reminds me a little of the House of Night Series.
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