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Apparently the word in the Henchman stream is that Raven's looking for me. That thought in itself strikes fear through my very soul... well according to some people being ginger makes it my 'lack of a soul'. Either way everyone knows you want to be on Raven's good side... if you're not, let's just say you're in trouble. But I can't be in trouble... I mean I haven't done anything wrong... Well, recently. Except for practically kicking Professor Pike out of our lesson with him last week and ordering him to go to the sick bay when I knew full well that he was fine. Oh... and maybe earlier this week when I blackmailed some new Political/Financial recruits into 'misplacing' Ms Leon's collar, which meant our Stealth & Evasion lesson with her went to waste as well... Then again, there was the incident yesterday where I may have 'accidently' pushed Franz over the platform during Tactical Education – but I was just giving him a hand with getting started... Okay then I haven't done anything wrong in the last 12 hours... Maybe I am in trouble with Raven then...

That's just the sort of news I wish to hear during breakfast. That and several comments about my hair, well... hair isn't exactly how I would describe it... it's more of a savage monster that has inhabited the top of my head. But the comments on my hair weren't that it looks nice or anything – oh no that wouldn't be honest enough for the Alpha stream. Carly asked me if I forgot to do my hair this morning and I was very embarrassed that I couldn't say that was the case. I found a new attachment thing to put on my hairdryer this morning... well Shelby's attachment thing... and Shelby's hairdryer... Once you attach it to the hairdryer it goes into a wide circle much bigger than the original end of the hairdryer. At the end of this circle are many small rounded sticks coming out of it and also holes every now and again. I later learnt that this monstrosity of plastic is called a 'diffuser' and is used to make your hair go curly. Due to the many holes in it I stupidlythought it'd delay the time it takes the dry my hair by spreading out the air flow. But no. It takes just as long, maybe even longer, and makes my hair go into some form of waves. That is defiantly not what I need to put up with. I couldn't even tie it up with a bobble or as Shelby insists I call it a 'hair tie' as when I did the curls just stuck out at odd angles as if ready to eat unsuspecting people. Having ginger hair provokes enough jokes (which I just counter with insults to their lack of intelligence and that I could change my hair colour but they couldn't change their unfortunate dim mind) but having ginger hair that looks like it's been dragged through a hedge backwards just adds to the jibes my friends would give me, no matter how many times they assure me it's just 'banter'.

By the time I'd got to breakfast with Ellie and Anna I'd had more than my fair share of laughs concerning my hair, but I sucked it up. Back home I'd never had real friends, apparently the girls I did class as friends talked about me behind my back practically every time I wasn't there, so I realised this was the norm with mates. Wow, me... saying 'mates'... I never thought the day would come. If I was talking to Otto I would try my hardest to use advanced vocabulary and refer to them as acquaintances I enjoyed the company of. I need to stop doing that. Thinking about what I'd do if I was talking to Otto... I always loved our conversations about new forms of technology Professor Pike had introduced to the school and how we'd upgrade parts of it. I never have conversations like that anymore... my new friends don't exactly engage in discussions that challenge my intelligence. I'm not being big-headed but since Jo, Mike and Aaron are from the Henchman stream they aren't exactly encouraged to use their brains but more their fists and Ellie and Anna both are too... girly to even think about technology, unless it's on how to use those Blackberry's or 'BBM' as they always seem to talk about... I have no idea what 'BBM' is but by the sounds of it it's a new version of MSN that you have to pay for, which I find quite odd.

When I sat down Mike erupted into a fit of laughter and after calming down proceeded to ask me "Hmm... I'm trying to find a nice thing to say about your hair today Scotsgirl... But I'm finding it rather difficult..." He then started chuckling to himself as if he'd just told an award-winning joke. Jo stabbed his arm with her elbow which I thought seemed extremely painful but Mike didn't even seem aware that she had just committed a minor assault against him.

"It is a rather interesting look you've gone for today..." Jo remarked to me, by this time I'd realised that they thought I wasn't aware of the orange beast that inhabited where my hair used to live. I had to assure them all that I hadn't intended my usually tame hair to turn out like it had that day. Jo sympathised with me fully and when some of her fellow Henchman Stream peers made not the nicest of comments on my hair she only had to slam her fists on the table before standing up and glaring at them before they apologised and scuttled away in fear.

Several Weeks Later

Why me? Really! What was going through their head when they were picking us? Did they suddenly go 'I know what I'm missing! A girl that is in no way inconspicuous or physically fit in any way, shape or form' apparently so! I was happily minding my own business walking to the lunch room with Anna and Ellie who were immersed in a conversation about the Stealth and Evasion lesson we'd just come out of when I was dragged away from the other two girls by an unseen black shadow. The person clad in black stuffed what I assumed was cloth into my mouth to suppress my protests and forced both my hands behind my back into what I can only describe as an excruciatingly painful position and tied them together stopping basically all of my escape possibilities. They then dragged me backwards through the corridors which no students seem to inhabit anymore, they do say that the best way to a person's heart is through their stomach and all of H.I.V.E's students were no exception, at the mere mention of a meal by the school made the majority of the students feel like drooling – or literally drooling in Franz's case. As I tried to judge where in the school this person was taking me I realised we'd just gone through the doors that indicated students were not permitted to enter this part of the school. The person whose face I couldn't see pushed me into a wall as they opened a door behind me before dragging me into the brightly lit room.

The main items I could see in the large room were the woven red and cream rug which I couldn't fully appreciated the fine detail of as on top of it were four brown leather armchairs – three of which were inhabited who I couldn't see, as they were facing a mahogany desk which had many stacks of files and pieces of paper. Behind the desk was the last person who I expected to see in a black leather chair, Dr Nero. Nero merely raised his eyebrow at the state of me with a gag in my mouth and arms restricted behind my back. He just looked at the person who had dragged me here and questioned "Resistance?"

To which a Russian accent from behind me replied with "No, I'd had enough after collecting Fanchu. I didn't want to waste anymore time." I turned my head around to see Raven smirking back at me, she then began to untie my hands from the cloth she'd used. Once she's released them I tugged the cloth out of my mouth and whipped my head around to face Nero before asking timidly "Dr Nero. What's this about? Was my kidnap necessary? Couldn't you have just asked me to come here?" My accent came out thick as I was trying to hide my frustration from my headmaster. From behind one of the chairs a face peered around the chair they were sitting in to face me, the snowy white hair gave away who it was. After one glance at me Otto rolled his eyes and scoffed before turning back around in his chair.

So yeah... That's it(: I thought I'd leave it there for a bit, hopefully not too long though. Maybe if some of you guys review it I'll know people appreciate all the time it took to write this:D So thanks for reviewing(: I love you all. I don't care if you don't want my love... You've got it! WOOO! Thanks again(: -Vicky xxx