A New Identity

Chapter 5

"Just what do you think you're doing?"
I stepped back.
"I-
"Was this really necessary?" Ben pointed to his nose, which was slightly dented.
"I don't know, I thought you were going to attack me." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Attack you?" "Why would I do that?"
I shrugged my shoulders again.
Ben frowned. Then his eyes widened.
"Are you by any chance the girl who managed to hit an assailant?" "The whole school's talking about it."
I opened my mouth in shock.
"Everyone knows about it?" I squeaked.
"Yes." "But never mind about that, are you okay?"
Aw. He cared about me.
"Yes, I'm fine." I said gesturing to my body.
Ben nodded, unconvinced.
"But does anyone know who I am?"
"No, they only saw your hair, which means we need to disguise it."
I pulled my hair into a bun, just in case someone came strolling around the corner.
"But the good thing is I never went to my lesson."
Ben frowned. "What do you mean?"
And so I began to tell Ben the events that had occurred the hour before. When I finished, Ben had an amused look on his face.
"So, do you always run into trouble?"
"Yeah I guess so." "The last mission I went to, on the first day I was put into the hospital because I got thrown out of the first floor."
Ben sniggered.
"It's not funny!"
"It is!"
"Whatever, you're so immature." I rolled my eyes.
We fell into a comfortable silence. I picked at my finger nails, my heart thumping in excitement and fear. Ben stared into the distance in a dream like trance.

"We need to get back." Ben said as he broke the silence.
I nodded. Stuffing our hands in our pockets, we went back into the school.
•
"Now for the last time, tell me what you're going to say to your next teacher."
I breathed calmly. "I'm going to say that I was lost, and ended up in the wrong classroom."
"Right, you've got it."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye."
Ben walked away, but suddenly he retraced his footsteps. He placed a hand on my shoulders.
"Venice, if anyone touches you again, tell me and I'll deal with them." "I don't want you getting hurt."
And with that Ben walked away. I stood there shocked. Did Ben just indirectly admit that he cared about me? I didn't know he could have feelings. With a stupid grin on my face, I walked down the corridor hoping to escape the swarming crowds that would soon appear.
Too late. As soon as the bell played its annoying shrill voice, a pack of students began filing out. It doesn't matter if you're new or not, you'll never get used to the aggressive stampede that takes place. I stood in the middle, until a herd of people pushed me against the wall.
"Watch where you're going loser."
A boy flipped me off. I was about to flip him off, but blowing my temper could blow my cover. Ignoring people's remarks, I pushed through the throng. Finally reaching my destination, which was the end of the corridor, I stood at the door marked "Room 25".
I breathed in and breathed out. This was going to be both awkward and embarrassing. I had an American accent, but luckily accent skills come with being a spy. Calming my nerves, I entered the room.
The room was quiet, not yet filled with the unruly students. Desks were in a row, and green chairs were near each desk. A young male teacher stood at the board, scribbling something furiously on the whiteboard. I walked even further into the room, until I was about ten metres behind him. Placing a hand on my neck, I loudly cleared my throat. The teacher turned around.
"Yes?"
"Hi Sir, my name is Venice Green and I'm a new student here."
"Welcome to Hillview, Venice." "My name is Mr. Willon."
I nodded.
"Here is your Science book, and you'll be sitting there."
He handed me a blue book and pointed to the row in front of the back row.
"Now the other students will be coming in, and you'll have to introduce yourself."
"Introduce myself?"
He grinned. "Yes, it's quite easy."
I liked this teacher already.
"So what was your first lesson?"
Oh.
"I got lost, and ended up in the wrong classroom, so I didn't really have a first lesson."
"Well that's not good for your first day, but I can't blame you." "Now stand here, the students will probably come in now."
He was right. A few moments later, the students piled. Every single one of them eyeballed me and whispered, "Who's she?"
When the class finally stopped talking, Mr Willon announced my arrival.
"Right class, 11C we have a new girl called Venice Green." Mr. Willon gestured in my direction dramatically. Guessing by the students' grinning faces, he was a favourite of them.
I stepped forward.
"Hi guys, my name's Venice, not the city,the name."
Everyone slightly giggled.
"I'm 16, I love to draw.." I rambled on until Mr. Willon signalled for me to sit down.
I trudged to the second last row, and sat on my seat. I took my equipment out, trying to ignore the curious looks thrown at me.
"So class today we'll be looking t the structure of cells."
The lesson began and I flew through the questions. Even though I didn't enjoy, I had to admit I was good at it. I was busy concentrating on my work, when a pen landed on my desk. I ignored it and resumed my work. But then three pencils came flying and landed on my desk. Angrily, I whipped my head around. Behind me sat an auburn haired girl, with a cheeky grin plastered on her face. Beside her sat a guy with curls and brown eyes.
"What do you think you're doing?" I hissed at them.
"Can I have my pencils back please?"
I picked the pencils up, and held them in the air.
"Oh, so why throw them if you need them?" I hissed again, baring my teeth.
Instead of giving an angry comment, the two started laughing.
"You're funny, I like you." The boy said.
Rolling my eyes, I passed them their pencils.
When they stopped grinning, the girl held her hand out.
"My name's Cherry, but call me Cher or I'll break both your legs."
The boy did the same. "My name's Jon."
"My name's Venice as you already know."
"So you're new here?"
"Yes."
"Where did you come from?"
How do I answer that question?
"I came from here but I didn't like my last school and this seemed like a nice school."
Jon raised his eyebrows. "This school nice?" "It's far from nice."
Inside my head, the gears started to turn.
"Why isn't it nice?"
"Strange things happen, it's so weird you don't understand."
I nodded.
Before I could reply, the bell rang.
"Guys, could you show me to the canteen?"
Jon and Cher looked at me.
"What do you mean silly, you're sitting with us."
I grinned.
Jon placed a hand on his heart. "Because you're a sass queen."
We all laughed. It's funny how you can make new friends over three pencils. Packing our bags, we filed out the science classroom.
•
"If you wanna die from food poisoning, don't order from that side of the canteen, okay?"
Cher pointed at the third aisle and I nodded. We were sat at a very small table, eating our hot food. Jon was quietly enjoying his pasta, while Cher took the honour of explaining to me how to survive in the canteen.
The canteen was packed to the brim and you could barely hear your voice over the loud noises the students were making.
Then Cher suddenly stopped and froze.
"Er, what is she doing here?"
Cher pointed rudely at a girl. The girl was wearing her school skirt too short and the way she dressed screamed slut. Her hair was a brown colour and her green eyes were overly defined by mascara. The girl somehow seemed familiar but I just couldn't know how. Then it clicked. Wasn't she the girl who had been attacked before? I was suddenly interested and my spy instincts were turned fully on.
"Who is she?"
"She's Tiffany Beach, the school's "Queen Bee"."
"And?"
"Not to mention she's an overly spoilt and rude brat."
Jon stopped eating his dinner and said, "Didn't she get attacked this morning?"
Cher slightly smiled. "Ah yes she did."
Ignoring Cher, I tucked into my pizza. Ignoring the world, it was just me and the pizza.
"Venice Green!"
I jumped up in shock.
"What?" I said turning to Cher.
"That hot guy's walking this way!"
"What hot guy?"
She frantically pointed to a certain green eyes, black haired boy. Ben. My stomach grew butterflies.
Wait what?
Why does my stomach do that whenever I see him?
Ben sauntered over. When he reached our table, he placed his hands on top of the table. He looked at me intently.
"Venice, we need to go now."
"Actually,I haven't finished my pizza yet, so if you'll excuse me"
He grabbed my arm and desperately pleaded with me.
"Chris."
With that one word, I got up quickly. I turned to Cher, who's mouth hung open in utter shock.
"See ya later, Cher."
"Wait, let me give you my number, we can have a talk about a certain somebody." She winked in Ben's direction.
Swapping details and exchanging goodbyes, I headed out of the canteen with Ben.

What did he desperately need to talk to me about?