Amiera Harrington, a name everyone had heard but, a girl no one had heard of. She was a myth, a tall tale and perhaps even a legend. Nobody knew her they only knew her façade, her characters and her false identities.
Amiera Harrington is thrust int...
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Amiera Harrington's POV
I will not fall in love. I will not care. I will not sympathize or empathise. Most of all I will not feel emotion. I had a mission, a task appointed to me, something I have to complete. That is my main focus. I will not get caught up by all of this. I inhaled deeply, my hands gripped the side of the pristine sink. I stared at my reflection.
My wavey dark hair whisped around my face, bringing out the oval shape of my face. My once chubby cheeks had now hollowed out due to my constant loss of appetite. My dull brown eyes gazed at myself from under my thick lashes. My hooded eyes moved to assess my scattered freckles and full lips. My golden-ish beige skin tone appeared bleak to my eyes as I then glanced down to my uniform.
A white long sleeve polo-that could be considered sheer in my opinion. I mean you could see my red bra for God's sake! Well, at least I was getting into the school spirit. The shirt was tucked into a plain black skirt that I pulled higher because why not right? I paired this with the black socks the school sold that had two red rings going around them. My shoes were plain and sturdy-or so people thought this. I glanced back up to the flimsy red ribbon that was tied into a nice bow that acted in place of a tie.
I exhaled once again, and left the bathroom. "Finally Lancelot, we're close to being late." The code name used gave me a sense of security as my friend spoke.
"Shut it Winter." I scoffed using her code name. "Don't glare at me Analise." I picked up the black blazer that was rimmed with a lovely shade of red.
"Don't use that tone with me young lady!" I could see through the corner of my eye that she had crossed her arms but, a bright smile adorned her pale face.
"Oh my days! Bruv 'ave you seen that cute French boy?" Aubree rushed into my room, waving her phone about.
"What boy?" Analise was curious.
"Honestly Winter? Evergreen?" I shook my head. I didn't understand their fascination with boys. They were just boys. All just assholes.
"He's so fit geez man." Aubree's thick accent made me smile-only slightly though!
I stared at the two girls, who checked the boy out on the phone, both were dressed in their uniforms much like me. Why? You ask. Well, Analise was appointed this mission first, settling into the school. She hadn't got anywhere so then Aubree joined afterwards and settled in. 3 months later I'm finally joining as the agents last hope. I was kept at third choice because they always knew whenever I went there would always be a fight.
I wasn't good girl you see...
There was a knock on the door, "come in!" I answered, fixing my pearl earrings and making sure my transmitter worked properly.
"Are you all packed Amiera?" My mentor and fake father, Harry, stared at me. His cold blue eyes, lighting up when I turned around. "My have you all grown up."
