The cost is high for what I give, yet no one has ever complained. Secret glances, hand shakes in dark corners, that’s my specialty. My greatest weapon is human stupidity and my shield is anonymity. The things I know would would crumble you slowly, the payment my only consolation. But I only trade in power, worth so much more than money. A secret, a confession. Information for information. Your secret for someone else’s. You couldn’t imagine the power I feel. You wouldn’t dare imagine what goes on in the crowded corridors of high school. I call it my game, as soon as you reveal something about yourself, you start to play. But I don’t play. No one knows me, when I sit in on quiet discussions and memorise everyone’s locker codes. No one knows me, when I sit alone under the bleachers every lunch, observing the mundane power squabbles between petty teenagers. No one knows me, as I walk 5 blocks away from the school before i collapse, coughing and gasping on the pavement.

I truly know what information is worth. More than money, more than fame… more than life.

I’ve been called many names but the kids at this town simply call me ‘Spy’.