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Prologue (You'll see why)
The music blasted loudly and there were many bodies. The room was grand and beautiful, but it felt small and crowded. The music pumped and I heard it echoing to my core. I looked through the sea of people for Brooke.
I finally found her first pumping.
"Yo, Brooke. I need to go. My curfew was 11 and its 12 now," I yelled over the music.
"Do I have to take ya home?" she whined.
"Yes. I'm only 15. I can't drive," I complained.
"Take a cab," with that she turned around and I lost her once again in the crowd of people.
Crap… I cant believe she just abandoned me like that. She was the one who convinced me to come and drive me home. I made my way to the door. I was startled at the rush or cold air that greeted me. I pulled down my ultra short shorts and wished that I wore something other than a halter top. I walked down the steps of the house and waited until a cab drove by. I signaled for it to stop and it did. It slowed down to a slow creak. I got in.
"17 Witson Drive," I said without looking up.
"Sure ma'am. Right after this guy," the taxie driver said.
I looked up and saw a man next to me. He had deep red eyes that made me swallow hard. I coward down and crept towards the window.
"I'm James," he said sticking his hand out.
"Uhh. Hi?" I managed weakly.
"Do not fear me. I mean you no harm. But, you are from Phoenix, no?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Do you know where there is a ballet studio around here?" he asked.
"Why?"
"My cousin Isabella Swan is having her recital tomorrow and I felt like scouting it out."
"At midnight?"
"Oh yes. You are one little thorn in my quest. Yes. I do know its midnight." He then leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I would kill you know, but you smell absolutely repulsive. Almost as bad as a dog. Stop here."
He jumped out of the cab and I was shocked. He was going to kill me. More importantly, he thought I smelled bad. Ew. I mean hygiene is number one. I would rather die smelling good thank you very much. I know, I know, shallow much? But all I really wanted right now was my bed. The cab driver pulled up to my house. I gave him a wad of cash and he sped away. I walked up to my door and expected a much deserved discipline. I walked through the door and… nothing. I mean I heard absolutely nothing… nada..
"Mom? Dad?" I whispered. I walked in the kitchen and saw everything was a mess.
"Mommy? Daddy?" I cried.
I quickly saw a wad of black hair under a table. I pushed off the table and saw my mother. She was all bruised up, she had some serious cuts on her face and her limbs were all out twisted. Holding her hand was my little brother, Juan. His curly had was flattened and red and it looked sticky. Blood… But my father was no where to be seen. I reached into my purse.. and called 911.
"Hello 911. how may we help you?" the operator asked.
"Yes. Hello. I just got home and saw…" something distracted me. A pale hand was holding my little brothers. We are all African American so it wasn't my father. Suddenly in a flash, James
was infront of me.
"Maybe next time you'll mind your business. If there is a next time, "He smacked me hard and everything went black.
"Bleep…. Bleep….. bleep."
"School." I mummured.
I tried to roll over my I realized I was restricted. I had tubes stuffed down my throat and had iv's hooked up everywhere.. everything was very foggy. Slowly, things came into focus I saw doctors hovering over me.
"Are you awake Naima?"
I tried to answer, but I guess my mouth wasn't on speaking terms with my brain.
"Try to nod."
I tried to nod. Once, again, no success.
"My, this is worse than I thought. Well, Naima, you have nothing to worry about, I know you are awake. Your heart monitor assures me so. That's what woke me up. Your mother and brother Juan are fine. They are recovering as we speak. Now there are other things we must speak of, but not now. Sleep," he said.
And I did.
I woke up and saw the horribly bland room. Everything was a disturbing off white color. It pretty much sucked whatever life I had left out of me. I had no idea what to do. I was alone and awake. Was I supposed to call a nurse or something? Could I speak? Just then a doctor and a police officer entered the room.
"Ahh. Naima, you are awake. I'm Doctor Fellows," Dr. Fellows explained.
"Hello," I croaked
"Ahhhh…. I see you are much better. Well, I'll be back, but I do believe you have to speak with Miss Dyer," he said. He then exited the room.
"Naima, I'm Officer Dyer," she explained.
"Hello," I said. I mentally smacked myself. Was that all I could say?
"Look, Naima, you, your mother and brother have been registered for our Witness Protection Program. Whoever did this is still out there. We have to make sure you don't get found. You will be given a new identity and style and will relocate," she said.
"What about Father?" I asked.
Officer Dyer looked at me dead on. Her voice was emotionless, "Your father's body was not found. But we found a lot of his blood. Too much for him to be alive."
I sighed and felt a knot in my throat. Tears threatened me. I had to stay strong for my father. It's what he would want.
"Will we stay together?" I asked.
Officer Dyer looked shocked that that was my question, but she recovered. "Yes, your mother requested that. But that means you guys will have to look absolutely different than you do now. This requires surgery."
"May I see my mother?"
"Not until everything is set."
I sighed and looked away.
"Naima, this may be hard now, but there is a silver lining. You get to CHOOSE who you are. You can choose your personality, what you look like. This is every teenager's dream," Officer Dyer explained.
I chuckled. "I have dreamed of changing myself. But, now I have to and that pressure is… difficult."
"I understand. But there isn't any time. Your mother and Juan have already had their surgery and now are busy with therapists learning and applying everything. You have slept longer than them. You slept a week. I will send in the sketch artist and YOU will explain how your new appearance will be."
I nodded and rolled my eyes as she left. A minute later, a man walked in.
"I'm Rob, the sketch artist for New Jersey's Witness Protection Program," the man explained.
"Yeah okay. So, do I just explain what I want to look like?
"Yeah and I sketch it. Don't hold back, we can change anything."
"One; I want All my acne gone," I paused.
"Start with how you want your body to look like. A general shape."
"Kay. Retake. One; I like my height, but I want my legs to be longer and more muscular. Athletic looking. I want a thin, but healthy and kinda muscular build," I said. He nodded and started drawing. "I want a lighter skin tone though, not pale. But olive/ tannish. I want the same shape eyes, head, and lips. I want the perfect button nose. Next, my hair. I want long hair, halfway to my midback and side bangs. I want to my hair to be a dark brown/ black. But, I want my natural hair to be curly. Not AFRO curly but you know like nice little ringlets that I can wear out or straighten. Finally, I want blue eyes. That's it," I said.
He sketched for several minutes. He paused and looked at me. "I'm gonna add a sidenote. No acne." He chuckled.
I looked straight ahead. Acne was a sensitive subject for me. I had always had it. It's not because of me growing up. It was an allergic reaction to the dirty air. I think he sensed my mood.
"Ah.. any accessories while we are at it?" he asked.
"Yes. I want a 2nd piercing on both ears and one cartilage on right," I said.
He nodded and drew for a minute more. "Done."
I tried to peak. "No lookies. But, believe me, you'll love it. Get ready for surgery."
He left and I laid back down.
My life was going to change. For good. I swallowed as Doctor Fellows walked in with a huge needle.
"This is going to hurt," she admitted.
She plunged it into my arm and I yelped. Suddenly everything got foggy and I went under.
I woke up suddenly to bright lights and scowled slightly. Thoughts came rushing back to me. I was going to look different… I looked different now. Something flowed through my body… not excitement. I was not looking forward to my new life. It would just be an act. I wont be able to be myself for my own safety. So in all expense, the Witness Protection Program did not protect me. It is killed me too. I sighed as I realized it was curiousity that now drew me. It was my life source. I was curious to see what the end of the is act would be.
I jumped of the bead to the mirror. I was shocked… I was absolutely beautiful. I was everything I wanted and more. They added a splash of freckles on my nose giving me a look of innocence. I quickly looked at the clock. It was 4 AM. I could see Mom now. My surgery was done. I sneeked down the hallway until I saw her room number. I was about to enter when I heard a conversation.
"I don't understand," mother said.
"It is the only way to save her soul. Her soul is old and this new life will corrupt it. Father sent me to save her. Her task is not yet over." The unrecognizable voice said.
"But we didn't." Mother spoke again.
"Naima is special." The unknown spoke.
"SO your going to make her forget this life. She's going to think she has always been this new person?" Mother asked.
"Yes."
"I would rather have you kill her."
That was it. I stepped back and gasped. The door opened and I saw a woman that didn't resemble mother at all. She had dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes like mine. She was thin, but her same height. I was shocked. Her eyes were tearing.
She spoke. "I'm so sorry Naima. But ultimately, this is going to save you."
I was grabbed and my mouth was covered. I was set down on the table. I saw the most beautiful person infront of me.
She spoke to me. "You have achieved your angel appearance. But in Heaven, your appearance is much more stunning, the doctors did well. I would explain, but you wouldn't remember anyway."
She took out a hypnotistic thingy. She swung it in front of it.
"You will remember nothing of this life. You will know the life of Hayley Jacques. You are moving from Georgia to La Push Reservation…"
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