Part 5: Wanted

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Me and Luke were walking back to the alleyway, Luke telling me about everything he had that could be used as a disguise.

"I have a bucket hat, some makeup, fake glasses-"

"Why do you have fake glasses?" I asked him curiously.

"Uhhh... you don't need to know..." He vaguely answered.

He probably stole them or something.

We starting jogging down the somewhat empty sidewalk when Luke stopped dead in his tracks.

I bumped into his back and nearly knocked him over.

"What the heck?" I asked him, wondering why he stopped.

Luke turned his head to look at something to his left, his mouth hanging open.

I turned to see what he was looking at and my mouth hung open as well.

Daniella Smith:
15 years old
Brown hair, blue eyes.
(Photo)
Went missing, If found please call:
(Random number)

It was a 'wanted' poster with my name on it... and a picture of me.

"Hey!" Luke said, looking at me in disbelief.

"You said your name was Ella." He laughed.

"Oh... I lied." I answered chucking.

"Technically I did too..." Luke mumbled.

"What?" I questioned, wondering his actual name.

"My actual name's Lucas." He whispered.

"I prefer Luke." I told him smiling.

I ripped the poster down and stuffed it in my backpack.

"Good idea." Luke laughed.

"I should still go by my 'code name', Ella." I said to him, using air quotes. "Just so nobody reports me to the police or anything."

"Ok." Luke agreed.

We started walking down the fairly empty sidewalk again, with me keeping my head down, and hood up.

We luckily didn't see any other posters of me, and after ten minutes of jogging we made it back to the alley.

"Ok, let me grab some disguise options." Luke said, running to the pile of stuff next to the red tent.

I sat down against the scratchy brick wall, watching him go through his unorganized stuff.

"You sure have a lot of hats." I pointed out, as he turned to me and set down five different style hats.

"Sure do." He agreed, going back to his pile of random clothes, food, and other things.

"See if any of them fit." Luke told me, his eyes not leaving the pile.

"Ok." I replied, trying on the hats like he said.

The first one was a forest green bucket hat, which was a little bit too big, covering my eyes.

"I don't wanna wear a bucket hat." I grumbled, rolling my eyes at all of the hats.

"You don't have to." Luke said, still digging through his pile. "You can't wear a hat at school anyway."

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