Mayfield High

Chapter 6: Edges and the FBI

At this point in time, all I could think of was 'you got some splainin to do!' and boy, was that correct!

When the bumper car ride was over, I walked as far away from Sam as possible, desperate not to tell him. I spied him out of the corner of my eye and kept walking.

Please don't see me. Please don't see me. Please don't see me. Please don't see me. Please don't see me. Please don't see-

"Oi! Dana!"

Well fuck.

"Hey Sam," I smiled.

"I believe there was some unfinished business we had to attend to."

"Yeah," I cringed.

"So do you wanna start?"

"Okay."

Brain, now would be a great time to think up an epic lie!

"Well, what happened was... I let my emotions get the best of me."

Brain! You lil fucker.

"What?"

"What I meant was I'm just, uh, going through a thing right now."

"This is completely irrelevant."

I realise that, I'm trying to throw you off my scent. Or Ryder's...

"I, uh, I actually have to flee the country right now."

"So you were dressed as a boy to flee the country?"

"Yeah... Yeah, let's roll with that."

"Okay, so let me get this straight. You created a fake identity to stay in Australia instead of fleeing the country?"

Well thankyou brain!

"Yes! That's exactly what happened," I nodded.

"Why are you fleeing the country?"

"I was... I thought there would be chocolate."

"Okay?"

"No, no, wait. I am actually an asylum seeker and I got in and now Julia Gillard wants to murder me."

"That's seems unlikely."

"You're right..." I bit my lip, trying to think of a better lie.

"I'm wanted by the FBI," I replied.

"For what!?"

"Illegal... transportation of... Kangaroos..."

"Why is the FBI involved in THAT?"

"Because Kangaroos are the pride and joy of Australia. Duh."

"That doesn't explain why you switch between Dana and Ryder though."

"Would you just shut up!"

"Hey, you're the one wanted by the FBI, not me!" Sam said a little too loudly.

There were gasps and stares and the whole place went quiet.

"Yeahhh Dana! You got your edge back!" Dash yelled.

I got my edge BACK? What thats supposed to mean? My edge never left me. I mean, it toned down a little but I never really lost it. I'm still the same bad girl I was last year-

"Dana!" Sam yelled.

"What?"

"Continue with your story."

"Where was I up to?"

"Well, you're wanted by the FBI for illegal transportation of Kangaroos, so instead of fleeing the country, you chose to create a fake identity but that doesn't explain why you occasionally swap back to Dana."