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As the council dispersed my mother dragged us to her compartment. It consisted of three rooms. One for her and my dead father, one for me and my sister, and one as a tiny little family room. Now I have my own apartment and Alexa usually sleeps in the Healers tent or at a friend's place, but some how my mother some how manged to keep this place.
Right now, we were sitting on an ancient sagging couch, listening or at least looking like we're listening, to one my mother's famous lectures.
"Alexa! Do you realize how serious this is? I don't think you do! If the council decides to take action against you you could lose everything!
"And Andrea! Why aren't you at Alda's yet?"
I winced. Alda was an old escaped slave with cataract eyes, arthritic hand and frizzy white hair, but that's not the creepiest thing about her. She has this creepy habit of predicting of when you die and eighty percent of the time she's right. Mother insists that she does it for attention and that it's stupid to be afraid of her, especially since she knew more about the City than anybody else. She and Katie, a women who lost her leg in the explosion that killed my father.
I was shaking as I knocked on thier broken down trailer.
"C'mon in" Alda chirped. Slowly I entered the trailer. Sitting in a plastic table, was Alda. Her mouth spread into a smile, showing her toothless gums. I swallowed and gave a quick awkward smile back.
"I hear, your going to the city," She said. "Well let's get you ready then!"
When I was little everybody loved my hair. It is carmel, long and thick. But more than that, it's a reminder, of the happier time. When my mother smiled and my dad was still there every morning, laughing about something. So you can image, how i reacted when Katie grabbed the scissors and told me to say goodbye to my hair.
"No, no!" I said firmly.
"Dearie, it's the only way."
"How?"
"Slaves are the only ones who can get in without a compete back ground check."
"That doesn't mean you don't have cut off my hair!"
"Yes it does. Slaves have short hair. Look, do you want to succeed or not?"
I nodded and closed my eyes, listening to the soft crunch of my hair being separated. When Katie was done my hair was about chin level. I didn't look like me. My eyes were to big and I was so pale. I looked like a girl who was going to avenge her father. I looked like a girl who was going to save her people. I looked like the girl who was going to kill Darren Shan.
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