Learning The Truth

Chapter One

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        I was too busy complimenting myself to realise my ride-er well helicoptor was here. Without a backwards glance, I grabbed the rope ladder and started to climb up. Unfortunately, the guys I had just gotten away from grabbed the ladder too. I did some quick thinking and kicked the closest one to me. Which also happened to be my favorite. Louis. He went crashing back down, bringing the others with him. The last thing I saw before I was whisked into the coptor by Tiffany was their shocked expressions. Our faces locked for a few seconds. They were stunned beyond belief.

 

Ivy's Point of View

        Shit. Shitty shit shit shit. What have I done!? They recognized me! This is not good. Not good at all. I gave up my old life up the moment I signed up for the NIA. No one was supposed to recognize me. No one. Anyone who knew me before were supposed to think I was dead. That was how it worked. Now I have no idea what's going to happen. They saw me. They recognized me.

        I sighed and leaned against the elevator wall. Agent One had called me up to his office. You only go up there if you are in trouble or if you were promoted to the highest level possible. Level Five. I nervously laughed and smoothed my hair down. I was so not being promoted. Yep. I was being punished because I was recognized. How great my life is. Please, note the sarcasm.

        Here I am, listening to horrible elevator music awaiting my fate. Worst comes to worst, they'll wipe everyone's memory (including mine) and drop me back home saying I was staying with my grandparents for four years or something like that. Hopefully that doesn't happen. That would really suck. I really liked working for the NIA. Well, besides the whole leaving your family forever part. That sucks.

        I didn't have any more time to mentally rant because just then, the elevator dinged and the doors opened, revealing Agent One's office. I looked around, it was actually quite nice. it wasn't blinding white like the rest of HQ. The walls were painted a nice maroon color and had paintings of different landscapes spaced neatly apart. There was a desk in the middle of the large room and several cushy armchairs. I walked over to the desk. I don't know why but it was kind of like the desk was pulling me to it. Like it was enchanted. Naw. I'm just kidding! I walked over to the desk because I saw something that caught my attention. There was a phone in the middle of it. As I walked closer the phone lit up. I could see that it was from a message. I was about to pick the phone up when One walked in. I jumped back into one of the armchairs and pretended to be interested in the paintings.

"Y- you wanted to see me?" I studdered.

"I wanted to ask you about what happened last night. I understand they recognized you?" Crud crud crud crud. Now I'm going to be kicked to the curb.

"Um ah yeah... They saw me and I think they uh recognized me from my eyes." They were still the same blue-grey color..And my hair style was still the same-just not the same color. It had been dyed to a nice dirty blonde.

"Well then, we'll just have to change that then." He smiled and started to chuckle. I laughed with him but it  was more forced than his.

        Two hours later, my hair was dyed black, my eyes had been colored green, and I had a completly different hairstyle. Hopefully nobody would recognize me again. After Agent One had 'approved' my new look, I was sent back to my office. I closed the door behind me and created a Facebook account. It was against the rule-no contact with the  outside world-but I don't know. I really have no idea what came over me. I created a bunch of fake pictures of me with my 'friends' and I was done. Then, for a reason I still don't understand, I sent a friend request to the guys. By the guys, I meant Harry, Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn. Heard of them? Yeah I'm pretty sure you have. I'm pretty sure you know them better as One Direction.

Louis's P.O.V.

        I was online-well er actually I was on Youtube but that doesn't really matter right now, does it? Anyways, a really hot girl named Amanda Ricks requested me as a friend on my private Facebook. I was considering friending her back when Zayn surprised me by throwing me out of my chair and staring at the screen. I glared at the asshole.

"Who's this Amanda? She's hot! Are you two dating?" Typical Zayn. I was about to answer him when Niall barged in, eating as usual. I glared at him too.

"Amanda who? Lemme see!!!" He rushed over to MY laptop stepping on MY hand just to look at some hot girl he didn't know.

"I have no idea who this girl is. She just sent me a friend request."

"Well then, no need to be mean! I was just asking you a simple question!" Zayn pretended to be hurt. What a baby.

"Cut the act Zayn. We all know you're not hurt. Now, what was this question you asked Louis?" Harrynosed his way into the conversation.

"He asked Louis who this hot chick was." Thank you Niall ever so much!

"Hey, she looks kinda familiar-are you sure you don't know her?"

"Know who?" Great! Now everyone is in MY room!!!

"Look, all of you, I have no clue who she is, now can you please get out of my room and leave me alone!?"

"Okay okay, no need for the Sassmasta from Doncasta to return geez."

"Well he wouldn't need to return if you had all stayed out of my business!" I glared at each of them in turn. Liam stared back at me with a hurt look.

"I'm sorry. If I accept her will you leave me alone?" They nodded and I clicked the little 'yes' button. They took out their phones at the same time and started tapping on it.

"Uh... What are you guys doing? I friended her why aren't you gone yet?"

"We're just friending her too." Harry rolled his eyes like it was that obvious.

"Goodbye." I pushed them out of my room. Now I can get back to Jenna Marbles!!! Yeah, I subscribed to her Youtube account-got a problem with it? Nope? That's what I thought.