I woke up a while ago, but wakeup call isn't for another hour or so? That would be my best guess. We're not allowed clocks at the facility. I wonder if they think we'll rebel if we're actually able to tell time. I like to think that's why, and so I've trained my body on how to tell time. Well I like to think I have.

All the rooms at the facility are the same. Mines a little different though. I have a small window. We have a desk with one drawer, an end table with one drawer, a bookshelf with 5 shelves, a twin bed, and a light. The twin size bed has pink sheets and a pink comforter. Only ever pink. Pink. Ugh. I think it's because it's an all-girl facility, and sometimes I wonder what color the sheets are at the boy facilities. But then I remember that's a wasted thought since it doesn't really matter, and they are probably blue. They are very proper about things here.

When I was born I guess my parents didn't want me. That's what they tell everyone – we were unwanted children. I guess it makes their plan easier if we think they've saved us. They adopt you – or as I prefer - kidnap you as a baby. You live with a foster family until your five. A couple weeks after you turn 5 they fake your death, and you're shipped to a facility. Once you're at the facility you're taught everything humanly possible.

They teach you 10 hours a day – everything from bowling to advanced physics to modern culture. We learn how to be the perfect friend, girlfriend, wife, and mother. They eliminate all the fun out of life so that you can train your body to endure everything. You're allowed 30 minutes for breakfast and lunch, and an hour for dinner. Than you spend 4 hours a day working out. Everyday. You're allowed 1 hour after breakfast and before bed as 'your time' – meaning you can do whatever you'd like. The problem is there isn't anything to do here. They have a court yard – but the only thing anyone does out there is socialize. I haven't figured out why. And 6 hours of sleep. Only ever 6 hours. They never break schedule, which is how I've learned to tell time.

We're trained to be 'Love Interests.' AKA spies. They have people of interest they watch. People they think will do important things. Make history and shit like that. I don't actually know why these people are so important. Once the person of interest is 'ready' – again I'm not sure how they decide this – they send out two Love Interest that meet whatever criteria to win over the target. Once you win over your target you're required to share all their secrets with your assigned mentor. Forever.

Here's the catch. Once the target picks a mate, the other Love Interest dies. They bring them back to the facility they left, and we watch as they make their last walk through a door, never to return again. No one knows what happens behind that door, but we all have guesses.

This scares me more than anything. I've worked the past 17 years to make myself as undesirable as possible. They say I'm a bit of a bitch. Which is probably why I don't spend time outside socializing. Fuck them. I refuse to conform.

I figure it's not so bad here. Well it is, but it's better than forcing some guy to fall in love with me via lies. I can be myself here. No one bothers me.

I also don't like men.

Which is why I can feel my heart start to race as my light starts to blink red. This only happens when they've picked a target for you.

'Shit Santana.. How have you let them find you a companion? You've worked so hard to be as undesirable and standoffish as possible.'

My door clicks open and a man with a vest and so much jell in his hair I'm surprised it's not dripping down his shoulder walks in.

"Get dressed. Now." He demands and then leaves.

Our clothes are always pink scrubs. Always. I slowly get up and change the scrubs I wore to bed in to some other scrubs. I don't bother to fold anything. I won't be coming back here. I look around and attempt to reminisce. But nothing of importance has ever happened here.

The man from before, he told me his name is Will, leads me to a room and then dismisses himself. The room looks exactly how I've seen police interrogation rooms on TV shows look. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. This is exactly what I've never wanted to happen.

Some tall bubbly blonde pops in to the room, with an iPhone glued to her hand.

"Santana. I'm Holly Holiday." She speaks but never looks up from her phone. "Here's the thing. Your target is already paired with a Love Interest. So this will be different than how we normally conduct business. Trust me no one is happy about it. But we think she's no longer attracted to men. Well most of us do anyways. And that's a problem. A big problem if we've messed this up it's really bad. This is damage control. We just don't know for sure yet."

My mind starts buzzing, my target is a she. I have a target. I'm leaving.

"It should still be viewed as a competition, as only one of you will continue to live once we know for sure her sexuality. Luckily for us, we can executed this operation smoothly. We don't want to make to large of an investment on something that might not pan out. You understand?"

She's looking at me like everything she's just said made any sense to me. The only thing that I've established is they don't have faith in this plan and my target is a girl. It's like a double sided sword. Should I be happy I don't have to force myself to be attracted to a male – or upset I'm destined to fail?

"We have a Love Interest of someone else already planted next door. Quin. I'm not sure if you know her, seeing as how you make a point to socialize with no one."

Crap. They noticed that. Of course they did.

"This particular target has had some unexpected, and unwanted, recent difficulties. Her father died unexpectedly, and has caused quite a bit of unrest. She's began pulling away and exploring other 'Lifestyles' if you will. Which sucks because her current Love Interest is a male. Hence the new plan. He's been maintaining the situation as well as can be expected, but we have cause for concern. She failed her senior year, and has now been held back. She's a genius so this was unplanned, and SUPER SHOCKING. This has also caused her uncertainty about her current Love Interest since he's given up his future to remain near her. She's not happy about this and it's created quite an issue. A big issue. Essentially she's given up. She's partying, exploring other people, and is a total mess. So we are implanting you to steer her in whatever direction she now sees fit for her life, but mainly to show her how temporary this 'phase' of hers is. It's going to be a faster implant than we expected, so Quinn will be your mentor. Unheard of – I know! But again we don't want to invest much in this experiment. You're her next door neighbor, but also a TA for her calculus class. Your goal is to befriend her, party your ass off – or whatever she wants to do – while also trying to tutor her. Bring her life back to normality no matter what. Questions?"

Questions? That's a good question. I'm sure if I was allowed more time to process this I would have tons of questions. But right now - with this perky blonde talking about everything like it's the most normal conversation she's ever had in her life - nothing comes to mind.

"Great. Here is her information. Your plane leaves in 15 minutes. Put this on, and let's go."

Its tight black skinny jeans, a cute low cut red top, leather jacket, and black boots. After I dress myself I look in the mirrors that are probably two sided. Shit – I look hot and bad.

After what I'm guessing is around a five hour plane ride, followed by one hour car ride, we arrive at my new home. It's a moderate size house, and looking around the neighborhood there are probably only four or five repeating styles. It's everything you'd think about when you imagine a family neighborhood.

Before Holly lets me out of the car she states, "I know this is unconventional. Quinn has her own shit going on so try to be self-sufficient. Here's your bank card. You'll receive $500 a week. If for whatever reason you need more ask. Don't be greedy. Also don't get fired. We will kill you regardless if you get fired. Here are your house keys, wallet, car keys and important information. You will report directly to me. Don't ever call me. I will text you a time and show up. You will be available – if not you will need a valid excuse as to why you missed our meeting. Super valid. My time is worth so much money you have no idea. Now go away."

I place the things she's handed me into my some bag they've provided and step out of the car. I slowly glance around my surroundings as Holly speeds away. I look at her house, memorizing every detail about. Just when I look at the porch I notice the most mesmerizing blue eyes staring back at me. She's standing in front of some kid – I assume her Love Interest – but from what I've heard about her it could be anyone. She looks so innocent. I was not expecting this. She has long blonde hair, pale skin, and the dopiest smile I've ever seen plastered on her face. It looks like they were having a serious conversation, but I've definitely caught her attention by the way her eyes are raking over my body.

Crap. I'm doomed. She's the most beautiful human I've ever seen in my life, and she's looking at me like she wants to devour me. I should have asked Holly what her name was.