The G.I.F.T academy

The G.I.F.T. Academy Chapter12

I Pulled my bag down from the carrier and took out the folder Mr. Lasco gave to us. Marcus and I weren’t sitting beside each other but we were both sitting in first class. I opened the folder. 

Hello Cecilia! This is your mission and everything about your target and the people around him:

Target’s name: Andreas Gilford

Family Members: 

Wife-Diana Gilford

Son-Michael Gilford

Daughter-Lilia Gilford

You’re going to have to get to Mr. Gilford through his Son, Michael. Your school and year are the same as his; schedule is similar but not enough to be curious. The school you will be attending is called ‘Gladstone House’. I turned to the page and it was all information on Andreas.

Name: Andreas Gilford 

Fake Name: Peter Thomson

Age-49

Fake age: 45

Weight-289 pounds

Eye colour-green

Fake eye colour: Brown

Hair colour-Blonde

Fake hair colour: Blonde

Wanted for: Drug and weapon lord. Wanted by the FBI. He moved to England to get away from The US and prison.

I looked over all of the photos that the folder had on him. Some of them were of him inside of a building, others with his wife and kids and the rest were him with a mysterious woman, Who had red hair and blue eyes.

I flipped the page and saw his wife's profile.

Name: Diana Gilford

Fake name: Willow Thomas

Age-42

Fake age: 38

Weight-147

Eye colour-Blue 

Fake eye Colour : Blue

Hair Colour-Blonde

Fake hair colour: Brown

Job: Housewife. She is almost never home, taking Lilia to her sports games and to dance lessons.

I flipped the page again, not even bothering to look at her pictures.

Name: Lilia Gilford 

Fake Name: Nina Thomas

Age: 12 

Fake age: 11

Eye colour: Brown

Fake eye colour: green

Hair colour: Brown

Fake hair colour : Brown

Job: She attends school at 'St. Katherine's all girl school' A private school. Right after school, she goes straight to soccer practice, then vocal lessons, and then finally dance lessons.

I looked at her photos. I wanted to see if she was happy with herself for doing so many things after school. The first picture was of her and a boy around her age smiling as they flamingo danced together. Lilia might have been smiling but her eyes said something else. 'I want to go home. Back to The United States Of America. I miss it there. I miss my friends.'

And just like that a bunch of familiar memories came crashing down on me. I was like Lilia. I was forced into doing so many after school activities that I never got to be like an average kid (even though there's nothing average about the fact that I can read minds). And I would always try to get out of them only, to have the mean french teacher yell at me and saying things like 'Tu es une Salope!" (Translation: You're a bitch! in french)