I'm DJ, I think. I'm apparently a 14 year old girl. I'm sitting in a hosbitol bed in London. A man is sitting next to me who claims to be my dad. I can't say he is or he isn't because I don't know. He's been explaining things to me for an hour now. This is what I know so far:
I'm a 14 year old girl named DJ. I just moved to London from California a day ago. My mother died of lung cancer 4 months ago. My "Dad" is on a secret spy team called the WGA, the World Government Activity. Apparently they go on missions around the world to stop terrorists from slealing the governments information and money. Only 5 people can go on 1 mission. Terrorists are apparently constantly after the WGA to try to stop the group. He explained that I always wore skirts and loved the color green. I didn't like sports but had a lot of potential. Apparently I'm in the hosbitol with amnesia. That's why I don't remember anything. I was going on a walk when he got a call from a person that was trying to stop the WGA. The person said if he didn't say he would stop the WGA he would get him for it. My dad said he wouldn't stop it, so the person told him he would go after someone he loved. My dad ran after me and was right behind me when a car pulled up next to the sidewalk and pulled out a gun that was aimed toward my head. The man shot and it grazed my forehead. It would have went all the way through my skull if my dad hadn't have shoved my out of the way. Sadly "out of the way" was into a pole. I hit my head and was unconcious for over an hour. The ambulence came and now I'm here.That's all I know.
He showed me my birth certificate so I know he's my dad now. I don't know how I know how to read. The docters don't either. I know how to do a lot of stuff actually. I have to be in the hosbitol for 3 days and if I'm doing "ok" then I can leave. It's already been two and since I'm doing so much progresivly better, I can go ahead and leave."Come on, D.J. let's do some training." My dad said as soon as i sat down. "Training? Training for what!? I just got back from the hosbitol! What kind of training are you even talking about?" I said sternly as i jumped up. " Specifically, hand to hand combat. I know you just got back from the hosbitol, but u seem fine to me. Now come on." He said back much nicer than the tone i used with him. "Ok, exactly how long have you been my dad? Cuz, you seem lousy at it." I said as i rolled my eyes. "D.J.! You used to always tell me that when you were mad! Your memory is getting better! What else do you remember? Specifically anything?" He asked. "Umm, i remember math?" I said as i raised an eyebrow. "And i remember how to read, too."
"Really!? That's great! Oh, and you used to always love to fight hand to hand combat." He said. "I did not! Well, i don't specifically know, but i do know that you're lying." I said and rested my hand on my hip. He narrowed his eyes at me. "How did you know i was lying? Nobody can ever tell when i'm lying. I'm like the best one out there."
"Well i could just tell. I had a feeling in my gut." I replied. "Wow, you could be so usefull in the WGA!" He said in a happy, squealish voice. "Uh uh! No way am i doing that thing! Not a chance! And you can't make m-" I said before he kicked me in the stomcah. I wasn't expecting it, so i lost my balance and fell. I stood up, but was bent over clutching my stomach. "Oww! Oh man! You knocked the breath outa me! What on earth was that for!?" I demanded and swung at him. He jumped back and dodged my fist. As he jumped back, he cought my fist in his hand, the twisted it upward and jolted it down. I cried out in pain. "Too slow. You wanna try again?" He asked with a smile on his face. I took a step toward him and brought my fists up to a ready postion and widened my stance. "Well, i'm tired, so keep that rage for tomorrow," he said and patted my head and walke upstairs. i could hear the door close and the click of the lock. Tomorrow i would be ready for hand to hand combat.
As soon as i woke up, my dad decided to take me to the layer. I know that sounds cheesy, but that's what they call it. Its located under the Pacific ocean. I know what your thinking, How can everybody get to it? Well, we get in an elevator type looking thing thats in a tube. We strap ourselves in and it goes about 200 mph through this tube. The tube leads directly into the layer. The tube was apperently put in my dad's closet when he agreed to buy the house. Construction workers that are part of the WGA put it in. I don't know how they did it so fast, but i don't question it. It took about 10 minutes until we arrived. it was unbelievable. It had 5 foot long keyboards with a million different buttons, it had gadgets and all sorts of weapons. It was awesome. But the part that shocked me was the other half of the room. It was filled with tons of clothes. "Oh my gosh Dad! I get to use all of these gadgets." I said reaching my hand out to touch one. "No." My dad said while grabbing my arm, not allowing me to touch the cool gadget. "That's not why we're here."
He led me toward the clothes. He got me a bunch of different sizes. Each outfit looked exactly the same. The girl's style was a little bit different because it had a V-neck. It was just a plain black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, black conbat boots, black sunglasses, a black leather jacket, and a belt. Yes, the belt was black. It took about half an hour trying on different sizes of everything but finally we got it. I was told to put on my shades and step in front of a camera that was hooked up to a large computer. The girl at the camera told me not to smile, but to look mad,evil,sly, almost deadly. So I did. She had to take a bunch of different pictures, and then typed some stuff into a computer. Then a card came out of the printer next to the computer. It said DJ WILSON at the top and then, just like a drivers license had all of my information in the middle next to my picture. At the very bottom it said WORLD GOVERNMENT ACTIVY MEMBER. Next to that I signed my name and then they laminated it. They pinned it onto my jacket right under my left shoulder next to my heart. They hung up my outfit in a special room where everyone's outfit was hung up. It was all on the same hangor so it would be easy to get to. By then it had been about an hour. We got back in our tube and went home. It was laste and the next day I was supposed to start school. My dad was hesitant about letting me go because he was worried I wouldn't be able to learn as fast as everyone else. But the docters said since I remembered some stuff and didn't remember other stuff, I might have remembered the information I learned in school. I wanted to give it a try though. I had trouble falling asleep, so I went out into the living room and got some milk. My dad was asleep on the couch. I chugged the milk and went back up to bed.
