I spend the night in a room at the base, it was white, like The Master's office. I don't sleep much, most of the night is spent reading the documents given to me. Briefings, profiles, diagrams. Hundreds of people and buildings to memorise and use.
I was to be Shannon Woods, sixteen years old, used to live in Cornwall. Moved to Longfields for my fathers job, he's a director for a law firm, stay at home mum. I whisper the story again and again, knowing that I had to remember it. It couldn't change, it had to be believable.
There are no windows in the room so when a guard enters I have no idea what time it is. I walk put in a daze, exhausted from lack of sleep. I am given some clothes then shown into a bathroom with a woman stood inside.
"Hello Keira, my name is Rachel and I'm going to be dying your hair!" She grins and shows me a bottle of black hair dye, I run a hand through my mahogany hair and sigh.
"Sure whatever," I slump in the stool and she sets to work, for hours I let her fiddle and mess with it. When she finishes she hands me a mirror.
"I'm proud of that!" She grins and I look at myself. I gasp, my hair is the colour of the night sky, it looks almost blue. My freckles are all gone, leaving my skin plain and white. The only thing that remains of my previous looks are my eyes. Still a piercing blue.
"The car is waiting for you Shannon," I jump at the sound of The Master's voice, he is even more imposing than yesterday.
We walk out and I'm led into an underground car park, I get into a blue BMW and we set off. I see a boy sat next to me, with dark brown hair and brown eyes.
"I'm Brandon, your 'brother'," he says, smiling at me, I give a weak smile back and nod,"you new to this?" He questions.
"Quit is Brandon!" I pretty young woman turns round and flicks him on the knee, she turns and smiles at me,"I'm your 'mum', Natalie, and this is your 'dad' Neil!"
The man driving nods in acknowledgement but doesn't take his eyes off the road.
"I'm Kei- I mean Shannon," I groan and pinch the skin in my wrist, this was going to be hard. Natalie laughs and pats my knee.
"You'll get used to it, to help pretend this is a film. There are cameras everywhere and you have to stay in character," she says,"so Shannon, are you excited about your new school?"
She winks and I roll my eyes," yes mum," I say, getting into character. Brandon chuckles and slips a phone out of his pocket.
"Do I get a phone?" I ask, I had never had a phone before, what with my parents being wanted for murder and all.
"Yes, it's at the house," Natalie says, taking a stick of lipstick out her bag and applying it.
We drive for a few hours in front of a removal van, listening to the radio.
"Can you put radio 1 on?" I ask, leaning forward to switch the station.
"No! That station sucks!" Brandon shouts and slaps my hand away. I freeze in shock.
"How dare you! That station does not suck!" I shout, he just rolls his eyes.
"The music is crap on there," he says, taking out some ear phones.
"Then don't listen," I mutter, glaring at him. He just rolls his eyes again and flicks my forehead.
"Hey! Quit it okay? I'm all for getting into character but please, not until we have an audience?" Neil groans, rubbing his temple. Brandon rolls his eyes again and I mimic him.
"Do you have a twitch or something?" I ask, rolling my eyes to annoy him. He glares and is about to say something back when Natalie coughs to get our attention.
"You guys are perfect! You seem just like siblings, which is good seeing as we're here!" She says.
I look out the window and see we've come into a large town, filled with Victorian houses and boutiques it looked like an upmarket place. I see Porsches, Mercedes, Ferraris, and names I don't even recognise.
"Do this people shit gold or something?" I ask, in awe. Brandon rolls his eyes. Again. This time I hit him in the chest and he cringes.
"Okay, I won't do it again if you don't hit me again!" He wheezes.
"Wimp," I grunt. I ignore his complaints and go back to admiring my new home.
I could get use to this.
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Fiksi Remaja'My reflection is mirrored and morphed in the shiny interior, I felt like I was being watched. I probably was.' When your parents were number one on the worlds most wanted list, it'...
