Plain Jane

  “Can Miss Azure please go to the Principal’s office now?”

Those words destroyed my perfectly balanced normal life.

It was Monday and like usual, I had breezed through the hallways with no one bothering me. It was one of the reasons why people called me Plain Jane. I could blend in a crowd or simply a couple of people and not stand out. I’ve always prided myself in that ability of mine. It had helped me more than I can say.

Not this time though.

Madame Kerr, the French teacher, had interrogated the messenger for a few seconds before allowing me to pass. While we were on the way to Frieda’s office, I had asked a few questions to the messenger. And by the time we were in front of her office, I have a pretty good idea why I was summoned.

“Ah! Miss Azure, this is Agent Ryan, she’s from the FBI and she believes that you can help in a case…”

“It’s quite classified, ma’am.” The woman, Agent Ryan, spoke. “Can I please talk to Miss Azure in private?”

“Of course.” Principal Frieda left alongside the messenger and I was alone with the fed.

She was a beautiful woman, despite looking so young. In fact, she had that aura of warmth that most would welcome. I could bet my whole collection of books that she was chosen because of that. She seemed like the type that people would normally trust.

I tried to pull on the façade of innocence but from the look in her eyes, she didn’t believe it a single bit. That was the most troubling part of it. I knew the reason why feds would prowl around a small town like Providence.

Me.

“Hello, Miss Azure,” I almost chuckled at the pleasant voice that escaped the woman. She must be a trained hostage negotiator – somehow, that made me proud. They must’ve thought I was capable of horrendous things if they brought a hostage negotiator to bring me back.

Feds usually tailed around the ‘wrong’ crowd. They would look at the anarchists and rebels – which was pretty insulting since I happened to be capable of many things that they can’t even imagine. They even trailed the tech groups because they looked like nerds and the type.

I wasn’t the type. I knew that. I was hidden beneath plaid skirts and argyle sweaters. I was Miss-Goodie-two-shoes. No feds looked twice at me.

I always laugh at them whenever they leave, knowing they failed in tracking me. It was pretty much laughable on how many idiots there are on the fed. I mean, is it truly hard to believe what a Plain Jane like me can do things with a computer in a second?

It had helped me, though. But it seemed that it won’t work on this particular agent.

“What can I help you with, Agent?”

“That’s hardly the question.”

“Oh, then what should it be? I mean, you pulled me out of my class so that you can ask what, what’s my grade in Physical Education? Well, I get a B + there.” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“You’ve caused such trouble back in Quantico, you know.” Agent Ryan said simply, ignoring my witty retort.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh? I believe you do, Jane Azure.” Her smile didn’t drop a bit. “Or shall I call you Wayfinder? NeoVerona? Kryptonite? I believe its Witchseeker now, right?”

Oh fudge. I tried and failed not to pale at that. They managed to trace my past aliases and connect it to me. Oh, this is bad. I must’ve been sloppy when I connected my server to jump from Washington to Denver to Providence to Bristol to Munich to China to Japan and back to Vegas. Oh, holymotheroftechnogoddess, this is really bad.