Finding Mercedes.

Two months on

Joe Roscoe, older brother of Freddie Roscoe. He hated Freddie nearly as much as Grace and Mercedes hated him. Joe had agreed to go into town and get two fake passports and send them over, he'd came around once or twice because Grace had tipped him in on what was happening. Mercedes was beinging to change her mind about going home, she didn't want to go anymore. Everything depended on whether she was going to get arrested or not and how much money she was getting for staying quiet. But she knew I wanted to go home, me and her were brilliant liars and pretending Grace held us hostage would be a walk in the park. Mercedes didn't agree with that though. she said lying to the police is hard and they either see straight through you straight away or they find out the truth in the end. I had told her it wouldn't matter because we were being investigated for murder, Mercedes replied with 'exactly, murder, we're ment to be dead'. That was pretty much how all the convocations ended and I went off in a huff and stormed off. 

However, one morning a brown package, addressed to 'Mrs and Miss White'.

"Mercedes," I shouted, picking the package up and running into the kitchen where Mercedes was. 

"What?" She shouted before I threw the package at her. She looked at it quietly before opening it slowly. She looked at one and closed it, then looked at the other. 

"Which ones mine?" I asked and she threw the second one at me. I opened it, the photo was of a girl with blonde hair, appart from that she looked exactly like me. 

'Surename: White.        Given names: Shannon.        Nationality: British Citizen.        Date of birth: 02 May / May 96.        Sex: F.        Place of birth: Manchester.        Date of issue: 07 Jun / Jun 14.         Date of expirey: 07 Jun / Jun 19.'

I grabbed Mercedes and looked at it.

'Surname: White.        Given names: Victoria.        Nationality: British Citizen.        Date of birth: 26 Nov / Nov 77.        Sex: F.         Place of birth: Newcastle.        Date of issue: 07 Jun / Jun 14.        Date of expirey: 07 Jun / Jun 19.'

"These are  cool," I smiled, they looked exactly real.

"Listen to this," Mercedes began, taking the letter out the bag. "Victoria is Shannon's Mum, you have both lived in France for a few months and you're going to visit Victoria's brother, me, in Newcastle. Give them my number and I'll deal with them. See you soon hopefully," She finished.

"So what's next, Mum?" I asked, joking when I said 'Mum' but I can tell it creeped Mercedes out. 

"Nothing," She strenly said, standing up and washing her lunch plate in the sink.

"What do you mean, nothing?" I scowled, confused, I thought we were both going back to Chester.

"I mean, we're staying here. There's no reason for us to go home, hopefully Freddie's already been arrested for our murder and we can all move on from this," Mercedes told me, emphesizing on the 'our'. 

"But we can't all move on, Mum, Nana and Jacqui, they're all suffering at home, they think we're dead and that's not fair because we're perfectly fine, just with a scar on our hips. Just think, Grace stabbed me, what if she targets Jacqui or Porsche or Celine next?" I asked.

"Shut up, thinking of unrealistic solutions that won't happen. Grace promised me that if she couldn't get Freddie arrested for mey murder, she'd try with you and if that didn't work she'd come here herself," Mercedes explained and I rolled my eyes. I was going to go back home, even if Mrcedes wasn't. I walked out the kitchen and into my bedroom, Mercedes probably thought I was in another huff like a little three year old. I got out the bag, which was still half packed from last time she threatened to leave, packed the rest of my things and grabbed my wash things from the bathroom.

"I'm going, whether you like it or not, with or without you," I firmly told her, acting like the 19 year old I was ment to be on my passport.

"You're all talk Ellie-Anna, you wouldn't even dare," Mercedes smirked, turning around and facing me.

"Fine, farewell," I whispered, shoving the passport in my pocket and taking some of the money out the basket with the radio and tv remotes in. Mercedes looked at me and I carried on walking, picking up her car keys on the way out. I grabbed the door handle and behind me I heard Mercedes' heels click off the tile flooring. 

"Wait," She shouted at me, I smuggly smiled to myself knowing she wouldn't let me go without following me. 

"Coming?" I asked quietly.

"You're going out, looking like Ellie-Anna McQueen, not 'Shannon White'," She muttered, doing a silly voice when she said Shannon White. 

"What have you got then?" I asked.

"Follow me," She whispered, taking me into the spare bedroom. I slowly walked behind her and she opened a box which was under the bed, she pulled it out and inside was two blonde wigs, a few fake peircings and a fake tattoo.

"Grace gave me these, she said it was incase we needed to go out anywhere," Mercedes explained, putting the wig over her hair. I picked my wig up, it was really long and beeched blonde.

"She's sure prepered for this," I whispered, amazed at how Grace had planned every little detail. 

"Now do you want a nose peircing, or should I? And do you want an arm tattoo or a leg one?" Mrecedes asked, clipping a earring over her helix.

"I'll take the leg and the nose," I smiled, clipping a fake ring around my nose and pulling up the strange band that resembled patterned tights. Over the top of that, I was wearing a black dress and leather jacket. Mercedes pulled the wig over my head, it looked so realistic and I looked nothing like I did before.

"My bags already packed, go put your things in the car," She smiled and I walked out the house, placing my bag into the boot of Grace's old red ferrari, she had gotten a new one more recently and I guess she just needed a new use for the old one. I took a seat in the passenger seat and waited for Mercedes, she seem to take her time judging her bags were already packed. A few minuets, what seem like an hour, went by and she came out the house, locking the front door. She walked behind the car and opened up the boot and shoved her bag in. She opened the drivers door, placing the house keys in this little gap that was in front of the gear stick. Mercedes opened the draw which was in front of me, she got out two pairs of sun glasses, both chanel and had told hoops on the edge but they were slightly different. She gave me one pair and I placed them over my face and she rested hers on her forhead while she put the passports in the the draw.

"Goobye Bordeaux, hello Chester," Mercedes whispered to herself, staring the engine and reversing away from the cottage.