Slayer

This is a story that I adopted from Awesome4evah.

"Name?"

"Brooke Evans."

"Age?"

"16."

"School?"

"Harrington High."

"Target?"

 "Tyler Parks. Thirty-seven years old."

I take off the huge headphones and stand up from my desk. As soon as the voice in my ear had stopped, the voice over the loudspeaker had begun.

"Violet Stack needed at Costuming," the mechanical voice says.

I stand and walk confidentally to Costuming. I see Charlotte, with makeup in hand.

"Sit down. Time to make you a teenager."

For the next hour and a half, Charlotte pokes at prods at my face, at my body, constructing me in to being another girl. When she's finished, she motions for me to stand, and then shoves clothes into my arms.

"Go change," she says hurriedly.

I enter the dressing room and get dressed quickly. It's hard, adjusting to the new body and the new clothes, but, five minutes later, a different girl exits the cold stall.

I am no longer Violet. I am Brooke Evans, sixteen years old.

"Brooke Evans needed at Platform Eight."

I stride out the door of Costuming without a backwards glance. When I step into the Platform room, I'm greeting by roaring transportation devices. All of the workers in here wear large earplugs.

Platform Eight. I see it now, and I step onto the platform. There are ten different tubes, leading out of the underground society.

A man walks up to me. "Brooke Evans?"

"Yes."

"Tube three."

I nod and step into the tube. Within seconds, I am whisked away from the Slayers, and back onto the field.