My name is Imani Kate Dawson.
I am a teenage spy on the run with my parents, but you see, I was forced into this situation. I was forced to leave my school- of spies- and my four best friends. I was forced to leave my life.
But I don't blame my parents, even though this is all because of something they stole, something they should have left behind.
But soon enough I came to a town, a school, which turned my life around.
Once again, I was stuck in the middle of a situation; a situation that could reunite me with my friends, a situation that could find me some new friends, a situation that could lose me the most important people in my life, a situation that could bring forth more questions, a situation that could give me answers as well as destroying them, a situation that could ignite any possible danger and heartache, and a situation that could ruin my life.
And what is that situation, you ask? Well, you will just have to read to find out.
Please, would you stick with me as a struggle through the hardest time of my life? Will you stay by my side? Will you never leave? Because- although my troubles are not all that interesting- I could really use a friend.
My name is Imani, but I don't feel the supposed comfort of my full name as my parents do, or did. Some people even ask why it's spelt with an I instead of an O, but all I can say is that my parents wanted me to be unique (not that a name would succeed with that).
But, please... Call me Marni.
Braxton University is located in a small, eery town that earned the name "Deathtown" because every year a freshman in college comes up missing or dies in their spring semester.
Imani, Eugenie, Deasha, and Phoebe are as close as friends can be. Before they graduated high school they made a pact to always stay together and remain best friends. But after a secret and anonymous person referred to as "THEM" threatens to make their dirty little secrets come to light, they start to question everything.
THEM forces the four girls to make tough decisions, throw each other under the bus and do the unthinkable in order to keep their secrets from coming to the light.
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"So you are really going to choose her over me?" Phoebe says with hurt laced in her voice and shown in her eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK?!" I shouted to the top of my lungs. The warehouse was amplifying our voices and making even the smallest sound loud. "It's your dam scrunchie left by the body!You killed her! Just admit!"
"This has nothing to do with me!" Phoebe nodded her head with tears in her eyes. "I don't even have any secrets! I was just trying to protect your asses!"
"Which makes you the perfect candidate for THEM, doesn't it?" Deasha made a fair point, looking at her with raised eyebrows. "You have nothing to lose, nothing to hide. THEM hasn't made you do anything, you are always there and you always know what the hell is going on. It sounds like you are the one who we should be cautious of!"
Phoebe looked at me like I betrayed her. But I couldn't help to genuinely believe what Dee was saying. Even Eugenie seemed to believe it. She just didn't say it aloud, but her face told the story.
The only person who hasn't been affected by this is Phoebe.
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This story was inspired from the tv and book series "Pretty Little Liars."
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