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"What are you doing here?" He finally asked. For a split second, I considered playing dumb but quickly thought better of it. Donovan? Dumb? Ha! Not a good combo. So instead, I decided to tell the truth without telling the truth. "School." From the reflection, I could see a spark of irritation flash through his eyes. "What are you doing here?" He asked again, putting the emphasis on 'here'. Ah. Now this question would be harder to avoid. I'd already used "school" and I don't think "It's my car." would go over too well. I held back a sigh. "Mom thought you wouldn't mind a familiar face and I thought it would be cool to spend our, well, my, last year of school together." _____________ *Read Author's Note* *Spoiler Alert!! Read A Secret Service FIRST!* (A fanfiction to @joymoment A Secret Service)
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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