"Miss Smith" Barks a gruff voice, "care to tell me what the definition of penetrate is?"

I stand up pushing my chair back and using my arms as support. I straighten my back up and stare my teacher dead in the eye.

"Penetrate; to go into or through something, normally with force or effort, and to gain access to an organization or system, especially with difficulty" I speak quietly due to my anxiety.

I use my arms as support as I it back down. Whilst I'm doing this the teacher is thanking me and writing the definitions onto the whiteboard. I sit in a red plastic seat, and shuffle forward so I'm closer to the desk. I look out of the window peering down on the students from TAFE; one of them especially gets my attention. A male; he looks tall, taller than me. He has medium brown with dark chocolate brown base -it's important to be observant- he's eye colour is hard to make out at this distance. I look down trying to figure it out; I get no success in finding out the colour. I gaze at him, with a warm feeling in my chest. From this distance, he still looks attractive. He looks up at the second floor, spotting me. He stares at me so kindly, and the feeling gets stronger.

However, when he smiled at me, I got so nervous and looked away. Flinging my dark ash brown hair with ash blonde tips into my face, causing me to look like cousin it.

I look at the digital clock through my hair it reads 15:14; 1 minute left. I flip my hair out of my face and begin to pack up; if I'm late they'll kill me. I through my pens into my pencil-case, and close my book. I stand up- once again using my arms for support- and pick up my equipment. I rush for the door, hearing the bell ring. I speed walk through the doorway, now for my daily exercise, dodge the people. I hold my equipment close to my chest and make an escape. Left, right, and centre; I must dodge. I move side to side to make me as small as possible. I see my locker un-surrounded, now's my chance for a home run. I move swiftly towards my locker and I make it. I put in my combination, and put everything in my locker and get my bag. I shut the locker door and lock it, I swing the bag over my shoulder and speed down the stairs.

With every step down, I can feel my breasts jiggle slightly. When I have reached the bottom of the stairs, I push a door open and exit. I speed walk to make it to the toilet, where I'll change. I walk straight for the girls' toilets, only to be stopped by an idiot. He grasps my arm rudely, making me stop. If I'm late, he will get the blame. I turn my head to see who it is, to my surprise I also have to look up around eight centimetres. It's the male from before, the one that's even more attractive up close. I guess attractive equals idiot.

"I'm sorry" he bows his head down making him look adorable, "But I just had to see you up close, you're the girl from the window right?"

I nod, he remembered me, and it feels so nice. "Who paid you?"

He lets out this lovable laugh, "no one trust me"

"Well I'm sorry I got to go" I tug my hand from his grip and begin to run.

"Wait, who are you?"

I open the door to the toilets, "Kaisa" and I walk into the room and straight for the first unoccupied toilet cubical.

I push the door open and lock it shut. I put the toilet seat down and put my bag there, I unzip it. I reach down to the bottom feeling for my change of clothes, I feel a roll of fabric and I get a hold of it and pull it out. My clothes are all still rolled up together, thankfully. I place my clothes on top of my bag and begin to get changed... I am now putting my hair up into a messy bun, this makes me look slightly different but I'm almost unrecognizable. I had to tape my breasts down so they're flat and I put on some make up. I zip my bag up and throw it over my shoulder, unlock the cubical and I run out. It took me five minutes to do that. I'm going to be late...

My legs run as fast as they can, and my breath is short and shallow thanks to asthma. I don't dare to stop nor slow down, I can't afford it. I run out the schools gate and scan the area for a black Volkswagen; I see it across the road with a man dressed in a black hood, covering his face. I look both ways before I cross the road, when it's clear I do an awkward run. As I approach the car I look into the back seat, I see a sheet covering the outline of a gun and a case. This is my ride. I walk around to the other side and get in.

"Why do you insist in me picking you up from here K?" the rough voice question.

"It's a public place, keeps me from looking too suspicious being a teenager leaving school in casual, I plan things out" I tell him, "Maybe you should learn to do the same S"

He gives me a dirty look and opens the glove box, taking out a black cloth. This is to blind me. I let him blind fold me, I cannot know where nor how to get to my location as I am a minor. The reason that S is called that is because I cannot know their names, only the first letter, hence why I am K. This is for safety reasons, if one of us is caught we can't rant the others out, only after ten years can we know their names. I feel around for my seat belt, only to learn that S will be buckling me up. I hear the engine begin and my journey has begun...

The fast beat begins as the weekly routine begins... "Why am I always hit on the boys I never like" S bursts out singing, "I can always see them coming from the left or from the right".

"I don't want to be a priss, I'm just try'na be polite. But it always seems to bite me in the..." I sing solo, than together we sing, "ask me for my number, yeah, you put me on the spot".

Every Wednesday after school, S picks me up and we sing until we reach the location, he might look tough but he's a sweetheart. When we come to a sudden stop, I know we've made it. S unbuckles my belt and gets out of the car, leaving me sitting. The door on my side is opened, someone picks me up, and I'm carried inside. I don't know who it is but my guesses are either M or A. When I've come to the stop I prepare myself for impact, and he drops me. I land on the old couch, I land awkwardly, and my butt become sore. I sit myself up and on the edge of the couch, well near the edge.

"K, nice to see you again" The haunting voice of the Alpha slurs.

He pulls on the blindfold and lets it fall down my neck. I look around to see everyone in black. The Alpha is a man in his thirties with a scar across his face. He is a big man, he's only big because of his muscles, his skin is dark, and he has a golden tooth. In his left hand he holds a pocketknife, on his right wrist is a golden watch, I look at it. Crap. I'm late.

"Now K... tell me why you're late today?" his voice thunders, he hates it when people are late.

"Sorry, I got distracted" which was true, I wouldn't say who by because then they'll pay him a visit do it won't happen again.

He holds my face with his right hand, and tightens his grip every second. "It upsets me to do this... but you must learn"

His pocketknife is brought closer to my face; it sparkles in the dull lighting. He presses it on my cheekbone; it begins to sting as more pressure is placed. The blade slashes threw my skin; a strong stinging sensation spreads across my left cheek. He throws me back into the couch and the back of my head hits the wooden wall.

"Don't disappoint me again, K" the Alpha gets up and walks off to his office, before closing his door he continues, "Next time it won't be so pleasant"

He slams the door shut, and I sit myself back up, feeling something crawl down my left cheek. I go to touch it, however, the contact of my finger made the pain increase and I flinch. I look at my once clean hands now covered in dripping blood. This is only a small punishment, my first punishment. I should be lucky I don't need medical attention, which is what I'll need if I disappoint him again. I was told by S that when he first disappointed the Alpha that he ended up with a black eye and three broken fingers; all this because he was training and accidentally broke one of the throwing knives.

Crap. How am I supposed to explain this scar at school tomorrow? 'I was shaving my face and cut it'. I guess I'll just say my cat scratched me. I'm thankful that I don't have to explain it to my family, they're long gone.

My only family is this place, even if I only come here every week. After school, I normally walk myself to an apartment, hotel or motel, whichever one I'm located to. This week it's a hotel, it isn't the worst one but I have to sleep on the floor because J takes up the bed. J is my selected caretaker for this week, it (like my location) changes weekly, none of these guys really want to babysit a teenage girl. However, most nights my selected care taker doesn't come home, they only stay the first night (Sunday), Wednesday and when they give me my new location. Leaving me to do everything. J is normally lazy and therefore doesn't get much pay, that's why I'm in a crappy hotel.

"Hey K, are you ok?" S asks, I nod, "don't worry, next time I won't be slow, I'll make sure to get you here on time"

"Thank y..."

"K we have to go now" J interrupts me and seizes my hand.

He put's my blind fold on and pulls me across the dirty bloody floor. I am dragged all the way to his old, busted car. He throws me in, not caring if I get hurt. His car has seat belts, however, he never buckles me up, and he does not care the slightest about me.

"Why did we leave early, we didn't even get updates," I question him and his first reply is a 'shut up' and a slap across my left cheek.

"I have a girl coming over," He barks.

Great another night of me being kicked out of the room.

I have to stay out of the room all night in whatever I'm wearing, if I get hungry, thirsty or need to use the toilet I have to find somewhere else. I guess tonight I'll be eating out.