We travel in a pack, we don't take no for an answer, and when we want something, we get it. If we have to fight you, then so be it, if we have to hurt someone you love, oh well, and if we have to go as far as death.....poof, you're gone. Imagination is key, when doing what we do. If we want to fly, then we fly, It's pretty simple, actually. Don't try to fight back, you'll just lose! We are members of TGA (The Gifted Agency), which is a spying agency. Of the many, we're the most powerful.
"So, you're not going to speak?" Asked the man in all black, who was pacing around the room. It's a sign of fear, I learned a while ago. I kept my head down, looking at him with evil eyes. "At least tell us how to get the powers, dammit!" I rolled my eyes at the idiot. "At least tell me blah, blah, blah. Are we done?" I finally spat. "Not until you answer one of my questions." I sigh, this is really getting on my nerves. "Not gonna happen. Who are you anyway?" I asked. "Give us a name since you're so clever, kid." He walked right into that one. "How about Dumb-Freak?" I had to say that. It's been joke around my agency's headquarters for months! "Not very creative." He said. I bit my lip, over angered. I took the chance to unlatch the rope tied around my wrists and slid my foot under the man's feet, running off. I found myself running through the backwoods, armed men following me. Once they got closer, I pulled out a gun. No bullets, very smart of them to take them out while I was under the control of some sleeping medicine they forced me to take. Not. I always have a backup weapon; I pulled a knife out my pocket and took the cover off. I had no time to get all my other stuff, the arrows, the ninja stars, the mini guns, and all that extra stuff. "Hey!" My brother, Jonathan must've known where I was. If you're wondering: I couldn't use my "special" powers because then, somehow those idiots would find a way to copy me. "They're still running." I said, not stopping my feet. "Vans in the back, come on!" He told me. I took a turn and ran the other way, my feet shuffling through leaves. Once I spotted the tattered, white van I jumped in. Jonathan looked around before jumping in after me, and Parker started the van. "Why the heck did you go with them?" Parker asked. "I went out to practice my bow and arrow. I was drugged and when I woke up, I was tied to a chair and being baffled with questions." I explained. "You know better than to go out there alone." Jonathan warned. "Well, I'm sorry I was left alone by the newbie! And besides, I know how to handle myself." I muttered, rolling my eyes. "If you did, you wouldn't have been drugged and tied up." Brett snorted. I ignored his always-smart-ally comment. The rest of the ride was quiet and awkward. I hopped out the car and we all walked through the building double-doors. I scanned my finger and an elevator door opened. The rest followed.
"Finally you guys are here." Jada stood outside the door, her arms crossed. "Someone decided to get caught by the dumb-freaks." Brett explained. "Shut up, Brett." I punched his arm and took a seat at the table. "We have a mission for you, Sophie." Nicolas Perry, the headmaster said on the big projector screen. I nodded for him to go on. "High school." He said. 'What about it?" I shrugged, flipping my hair. "You're going to high school, Sophie, I'm assigning you and the others to go to high school as an identity project. " I frowned at the statement. It repeated over and over in my head. I've lived here in the headquarters since my parents ran away somehow when I was 13. "We'll all live in one house...together?" I asked. "You'll become a member of the King family, and the others will be notified when you leave." I sighed in frustration. "How will this work?" I tried to ask as many questions as I could to change his mind. "The family thinks you're an orphan. Now, go to your room, there are some things for you." I nodded, and obeyed his orders. When I got to my room, there were three suitcases, a letter, and a bag of hair-dye and a pair of glasses. I opened the envelope first:
Sophie, as your mission requires, you'll be changing your physical features, your identity, and background.
1. You came from Staten Island, New York.
2. Your new name is Rachel King.
3. You're a badass
The next part said:
Dye your hair with the dye on your bed, and you'll wear the glasses, too.
Never even get close to talking about your real life to anyone.
Number one rule: NEVER FALL IN LOVE.
I found the dye and dyed my hair, put on the lame glasses and gathered my suitcases. "Sophie!" Jonathan yelled through my door. "What?" I opened the door and asked. "What the heck? What'd you do to yourself?" He jumped back. "It's a part of my mission, Nathan." I rolled my eyes and said. "Oh, that mission. My new name is Marcus Fisher, and I am the supposed to be the bad boy." He explained. I rolled my eyes and muttered something random. "What about the others?" I asked. "You'll find out on the flight." Jonathan (Marcus) said, turning to leave.
Mission high school: ACTIVATED.
