Chapter 1
"Okay, now this sheet has everything you need to know about your new lifestyle and as soon as you're done with it, it'll be destroyed so make sure you know everything on this sheet.
Michelle Torres
Mary Jane Smith
Height: 5'6"
Age: 18
Birthday: July 9th
Physical Appearance: grey-eyed blonde
Life story:
- Homeschooled whole life and now a senior
- An only child
-Parents just died in a car crash and left her (you) to the Jonas family who were close family
friends.
- Hometown is Albany New York
-Born in Miami Florida and moved when two years old
Mitchie sighed as she looked down at where her life rested on piece of paper in her hands. Literally. Had she known that going to work just three days ago she would've found her world and that of her families flipped upside down, she would've done everything in her power to avoid it.
What put her in this situation? Only the fact that she witnessed the murder of Lucinda Meline, the hottest actress in America, and the result of the largest serial killer in America at the moment. The biggest problem? The fact that he knows who she is and has already contacted her multiple times threatening to kill her and her family. The only reason he hadn't succeeded yet was because she and her family had been under 24-hour secret service surveillance.
And now? Now she was being sent to live in Dallas, Texas because she was no longer just your average American girl. She had always grown up a typical childhood life, dancing since she was five, acting since age 7, and secretly singing for as long as she could remember but taking voice lessons since she was 16 (a year ago) and could pay for and drive herself to lessons. She grew up happily with her parents and her brother Jonathan, her older 22 year-old brother and best friend who was now a junior at University of Phoenix Oregon which was only about an hour or two's drive from her hometown of Hayesville, Oregon.
Her bad luck is how she found herself on an airplane on her way to live with friends of her parents that honestly she never knew they knew. How they knew the Grey family she had no idea because while the Grey family was famous, well she most definitely was not. The only problem with her situation? Only Mr. and Mrs. Grey had any idea what was actually going on, the rest of them had no idea, and would never have any idea. They thought her story was actually true. If they knew, well that would just make an already complicated situation even more complicated.
The plane ride was cramped and uncomfortable. Seriously, if they wanted to rip her away from her entire life, couldn't they at least dish out some more cash to at least get a first class flight? Mitchie sighed and grabbed a lock of her pin straight hair, scowling at the nasty blonde color. Aside from the fact that her entire family was in danger and she was the one being sent away, the worst part was changing her entire appearance. Of course, she thought nothing bad of people who had blonde hair, it just...wasn't her color. She never thought of herself as the overly happy and bubbly type of blonde, she had nothing against them personally, she just preferred brunette which was a color that while you could be more serious, and it wasn't a huge shock when you suddenly became crazy and carefree.
Taking her hair and putting it up in a low ponytail trying to forget about it, she looked down at her clothes. A pale blue pleated mini-skirt, a matching tank top with a small, half sweater on top and a pair Mary Jane shoes. 'How ironic is that,' Shelby thought to herself as she grimaced at the...preppiness, if you will, of her outfit. Unfortunately for her, her entire suitcase consisted of outfits similar to these, the only remnants of her previous wardrobe being her two favorite pairs of skinny jeans that she had to secretly sneak into her bag.
Sighing for the umpteenth time during the flight, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back on her headrest, counting the minutes until the plane would land and she could finally get to her new life because the quicker she got there, the quicker the whole ordeal would be over. At least, that's what she liked to believe. Actually, she was glad to be away from there, away from the city that held such a horrific and traumatizing memory for her. Her mind flashed back to that day and that place where she saw the man stab the helpless woman, his green eyes cold and emotionless, not unlike his facial features.
She stood frozen in shock at the end of the alley way, having stopped there when she heard what sounded like a woman crying. At first, it just seemed like the woman was being mugged until she started to run towards the street, screaming for help and began screaming for Shelby to call someone. Shelby's eyes flashed behind her, seeing the assailant only taking one leisurely step at a time as though he didn't care.
And then, when the woman was not but a mere hundred and fifty feet away underneath a light positioned on the wall of the alleyway, the man pulled out a large machete-like object and threw it with obvious expertise, as it hit the distraught woman square in the back of her head, ending up jutting out of her forehead. Shelby's senses began to come back to her as she felt warm tears running down her face and her hands shaking uncontrollably by her side.
The woman's scared and pleading eyes now burned into her memory, she watched as the man walked up to the dead body and grabbed the handle of the weapon, simply pulling it out of the head and tucking it back into the side of his pants. With a sick laugh, he looked up at Shelby with black eyes, his features showing pure hate now.
"You better watch yourself girlie," he said, his voice deep and haunting.
She shot up, screaming at the top of her lungs, completely unaware of the fact that the memory had her writhing in fear in her sleep on the airplane where everyone turned to look at her. Panting, she turned to see everyone quiet and looking at her with wide, wondering eyes. She felt her face heat up in embarrassment, slumping back in her seat and trying to calm her breathing. The guy next to her turned to her and tapped her shoulder, causing her to jump in fright at the unexpected touch. He flinched and began to apologize profusely for scaring her, only stopping when she smiled and help up her hand.
"It's okay," she assured. He smiled also, which quickly turned into a frown.
"Are you okay? You were screaming pretty badly there," he asked, his eyes showing genuine concern for the stranger.
"Um, y-yeah, I'm fine. I was just...nervous about visiting my friends in Texas that I dreamed about something going wrong and it turned into a total nightmare," she lied, hoping that would satisfy the guy.
"Are you sure?" he asked once again. She gulped and nodded.
"Yeah, it happens when I'm really nervous about something. I normally have my brother with me too
so that's part of it," she lied again, although she was sure that she would feel a lot better if Jonathan were with her.
"Okay," he said and turned back in his seat, accepting the lie. Shelby took a deep breath to calm her down which didn't work all that well. Suddenly, she began to feel extremely claustrophobic and paranoid, glancing around nervously at everyone on board.
"Passengers, we are about to make our final approach into Dallas-Ft. Worth International Airport. Please fasten your seat belts and return your seats to the upright position. We hope you enjoyed your flight on Delta Airlines and we appreciate your service."
Mitchie smiled to herself as she buckled her seatbelt, ecstatic to finally be getting off the plane. She closed her eyes and waited for the plane to touch down.
