He had orders from his federal government to bring me in; apparently, I was a threat. However, had anyone seen me that day, they would have laughed hysterically at the notion. My brown hair was a wreck, my face sprinkled with a fair share of freckles and pimples alike. It was ridiculous to care what you looked like when you served my masters. In all honestly, they did care what we looked like but today was a Saturday, a day set aside to sit around and do absolutely nothing. Nothing, what a beautiful word! Anyways back to Saturday. I had just sat down on the couch when I heard a persistent knocking at the door, thoroughly ruining my morning. I let out an annoyed groan, "Really?" I set my mug of heavenly nectar (mere mortals refer to it as coffee, but to me, it means so much more) down on a coaster and marched up to the door. I opened the door and suddenly, for the first time since eighth grade, I felt self-conscious.