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"I changed my mind. I want to join WOOHP." I closed my mouth as soon as those words left them. It was silent for a moment, making me wonder if doing this was a right thing, when…. "You won't regret it." Jerry responded with a small smile, making me simply nod.
I then took out those two gadgets and put them on a nearby table. "I have mentioned that it would require training?" He asked, making me turn around with a frown. "Yes, but what kind of training?" I asked carefully. "An intense 48-hour training in extreme martial arts, high-tech weapon and equipment use and super secret surveillance techniques."
I let out the 'breaking the fourth wall' whistle with my eyes wide. I had to be honest, hearing that sounded a bit frightening…. "Well… That's nice and all, but it's going to have to wait until after today because my uncle is waiting." I explained while rubbing the back of my head. "I see. " But then, it hit me. It was a 48-hour training…. That was two days! Uncle Angus wouldn't let me go off like that, much less Mother!
"And I'd like to know more about how these two days would look like because…. How should I put this…." I trailed off, pacing back in forth in front of Jerry who was looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to elaborate it. I had to explain the situation, but at the same time I didn't want to reveal too much…. He had to know about me pretty much always being under surveillance, but that was the only thing needed.
Finally, I stopped in one place. "Because I think it will be a bit complicated. Where I live is…. With my uncle and mother, she's usually abroad, so Uncle stays with me. He's found a new job recently, the one that would require him being absent most of the time, but… I doubt they would let me out of their sight for a whole day, much less two. The reason I didn't go on that ski trip with girls was because I wasn't allowed to." I explained, or tried to explain. I wasn't sure if I really managed to because it was complicated…
"I understand, but it wouldn't be a problem. You had said your uncle is absent for most of the time?" I nodded. "Until the training is over, a hologram will take your place at home and your uncle won't suspect a thing." Jerry explained. I raised an eyebrow at the 'hologram' part. "Are you sure this would work?" I asked warily. I wanted to do this, yet I didn't want Uncle Angus to find out about it and get in trouble!
"I'm absolutely sure. Trust me, this is going to work." He responded with no hesitation. I gulped for a moment, but I refused to back down now. If I wanted to become a spy, this would be the least I could do! "Alright then." I said while trying to sound firm. "Tomorrow is Sunday, so what do you think of starting then?" Jerry suggested. I frowned with a finger on my chin. Two days of training….
Girls were on that trip for one more day, and they were coming back late, so we didn't have to go to school on Monday…. This was a good chance then. "Good idea." I responded. "Perfect! We're starting tomorrow morning." He clapped his hands with a pleased look. "It's a deal. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going home." I responded while straightening up with my arms folded.
But then, I was sent flying through up through the newly-appeared hole in the wall while screaming. And soon after, I was in front of my house. Well, that went well….
I found Uncle Angus in the living room watching television. "Hey." I waved, making him turn around to see me. "So, how did it go?" He asked, making me raise an eyebrow. "How did what go?" I asked slowly. "Sitting at a café, discussing about your part-time job…" "Oh, that." I burst in laughter, but all that did was make Uncle raise an eyebrow this time.
"What is with you today?" "Well, duh…" I quickly covered my mouth. I wasn't the type to use words like 'duh', but I guess Clover was rubbing on me a bit with her way of speaking…. I didn't mind it, but I would have to avoid using it as much as possible because Mother wouldn't be pleased if she heard me talking like that….
Uncle was looking at me with a 'what the hell face', making me cover my mouth again not to laugh. "My apologies Uncle, I didn't know what came over me." I said sheepishly. "Alright then." Uncle Angus said in his thick British while still eyeing me. But, I shouldn't be the one saying that. Mother's accent wasn't as thick as Angus' or mine after all!
If we were asked whose accent was thicker, it would be a dead race between Uncle and me. But, it looked like my Scottish was thicker than that…. Judging from how Mister British Man said he could barely understand what I was saying anyway.
Mother's mother was Scottish, I knew that, but her father on the other hand, was British. He also had some Irish, French and German roots from what I understood from Uncle. That explained where Mother and Uncle Angus got their accents from… But apparently Mother's accent was less thick because she used to spend a lot more time with her aunt than Uncle…. And, as Uncle Angus would say it, his aunt's accent wasn't as distinct.
"Anyway," I jumped on the couch next to Uncle. "I accepted that part-time job, and I'm beginning my tryouts tomorrow which will last for two days." I explained. "That's good, because I'll be absent for most of the day in these two, only coming in the evening." He responded with a pleased expression. "Also, I've been told to inform you that Bryony is coming back in a week." I groaned inwardly at hearing the news.
Was her coming back really necessary?! "Alright then." I responded, trying not to show hints of frustration and anger. "I think this is going pretty well." "What?" I looked at Uncle Angus, waiting for him to elaborate it. "Getting used to living here." "Oh." And then it was an awkward silence.
"You're right." I spoke up while rubbing the back of my head. "I mean, school is alright," "Exactly, you've found friends!" Uncle cut me off, making me smile a bit. "That's true as well." "And now both of us will have jobs!" "Another yes." But, I had to admit, as much as it was nice here, I missed London a bit. Its fog, weather, atmosphere, being among people more similar to you… And I missed Allison…
Of course, the weather was way better here, but I grew up back there, not here and… Sometimes it still felt kind of awkward, being a Brit among all other Americans or Canadians. It was like being a black sheep among all white ones…
"But sometimes I feel awkward with being a Brit among others." I admitted to Uncle, who looked at me sympathetically. "I understand, but those feelings of being out of place disappear over time. You get used to everything, and you feel like you've known everyone since forever. Besides, Bryony and I are just like you, and there must be more people who are British here."
And that was true… But at the same time, it wasn't the same. Mother and Uncle were my family, but Mother would give zero fucks about feeling different, and Uncle Angus telling me this made me think he was just telling me that to make me feel at ease. I wanted to talk to someone I knew had real experience, someone that could really understand how I was feeling at this moment… "I guess you're right." I responded simply. "Trust me, you'll get used to it." "Alright then. Good night." I hugged Uncle with a small smile before making my way towards my room, but… I decided to go to the attic instead. This was a good chance for me to find out if there was more of Mother's diary.
I decided to look through the box where I had found one paper of the diary earlier. But this time, I was going to go through it until the very bottom. And, I had to be as quiet as possible, or I'd be screwed…. Again, Mother's jewelry and old books, even some old dresses….. And, absolutely nothing! I let out a groan in annoyance and resisted the urge to start shouting in frustration.
But, I decided to start checking a box right next to the first one. And, just as I opened it, another paper was in the box at the very top. "Bingo!" I cheered quietly before closing the box and going to my room quietly.
I started reading what was writing on the paper as soon as I was on my bed. The date was 27th February 1982…
Dear Diary, you won't believe me what I'm about to tell you, but it's true. I couldn't believe it myself either! Angus has dyed his dark brown hair. Yup, he did. One of the things I envied him for was his hair color, but I refused to dye it myself because I didn't want to ruin my hair.
But, Angus dyed it blonde! Not only do Mister Dreamy (I've been calling him like that ever since the coffee incident even after I learned what his name was, remember?) and I have blonde hair, but now he does too! And what's even funnier, yesterday, while Angus, Mister Dreamy and I were walking through the city, I could hear a woman muttering something like 'look at that trio of blondies'.
Mister Dreamy burst in laughter at hearing that, but Angus and I didn't find it so funny…. So when we asked him what was funny, he said that we looked alike now with our hair that people would presume we were siblings or something like that. In other words, it reminded him of time spent with his siblings when he was younger.
Yup, Mister Dreamy had two older siblings, so he was the youngest of the bunch, something that he and Angus had in common. Despite their 10 year age difference, Angus and Mister Dreamy were practically best friends by now. I was still…. Sometimes nervous being around him, especially with those feelings growing stronger inside of me, but I had no courage to tell him that I liked him… Don't look at me like that; you don't know what it's like being a young woman!
Well, a 27-year old woman who had no guts to tell that to a 34-year old man… Anyway, Angus and I are going out with Mister Dreamy in an hour, so the 'Trio of Blondies' will be hitting it off again!
Never thought I'd say this, but thank you Mother…. For keeping pages of this diary and not throwing them into garbage! Also, this was interesting. Uncle Angus actually had his hair dyed?! Unbelievable…. But my question was, how long has Mother been calling this man Mister Dreamy? And did that annoy him?
There was some useful information as well though…. Uncle Angus and this mysterious man used to be best friends, there was a 10 year difference between them, and there was a 7 year difference between him and Mother. He also had two older siblings, so…. That meant, if this person were my father, we'll just presume it for now, then I could have aunts or uncles!
Suddenly, my phone was ringing. "Hello?" I answered. "Lily!" Alex's voice could be heard over the phone. "How are you doing, girls?" I greeted with a small smile. "Way better than this morning!" Sam commented. "Why's that?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "Because Mandy's no longer in the room with us!" Clover cheered.
"Thank God." I sighed in relief. "YES!" The girls chorused in agreement. "How did you manage to get her out of there?" I asked impressed. "Actually, she moved out herself." Sam explained, making my eyes widen. "How?" I asked dumbfounded, making them laugh again. "A long story." "So, what is it like there?" I asked curiously.
"It's beautiful!" "Awesome!" "So killer!" All three of them chorused. "Nice to hear that." I responded with a small smile. "What about you?" Clover asked. "What about me?" I responded, my eyebrows furrowing. "How did it go today? Anything new?" Sam then asked. "Oh, that. Well, it went pretty good, I have to say." I commented and I couldn't help grinning.
But it was true. I finally changed my mind about the whole 'spy' thing, and I managed to find another part of Mother's diary! And, this one provided more information… "And why's that, if I may ask?" Sam asked playfully. "Found another page of that diary!" I responded while still smiling, my voice filled with excitement.
"How does it go?" Alex asked curiously and I read what was written on the page. "She sure doesn't like calling the man by his real name, I see." Clover commented with a bit of annoyance, the exact same annoyance I had when I realized the same thing as well. "My thoughts exactly." I told her. "But still, calling him like that is romantic!" Clover then realized, making me frown and Sam and Alex probably face plant.
Fucking romance…. Shut it Lilette, if Mother and Father didn't do it then you wouldn't be here talking to the girls about this! "Leave the romance part to Clover as always." Sam commented with a hint of amusement, making me roll my eyes a bit. "Wait, so your uncle really dyed his hair blonde?!" Alex asked in astonishment.
"Either yes, or Mother wasn't herself while writing this. But again, when you're head over heels, you can hardly be yourself." "She sounded pretty sane here to me." Clover stated. "You think?" I asked. "Hello, the head over heels person here!" "Touché." I had to agree with her words this time. "But it must be a pain, having two older siblings like that man." She then added.
Maybe…. But I didn't see it that way. I would do anything to have a sibling! Mother had Uncle Angus; this man had two older siblings, but me? An only child… Allison had a younger sister, and she always complained that she was boring and pain in the arse, but I would always tell her to be happy because she had a sibling.
Being an only child meant nothing but boredom, growing up alone and being lonely once Mother and Uncle weren't around… "I don't think so." I responded simply. "So, what do we know so far?" Sam asked. "Mother, Uncle Angus and this man spent most of their youth in Liverpool," I started counting on my fingers.
"They met once he spilt coffee on Mother; they used to be called 'Trio of Blondies', this man apparently had two siblings, there's a 10 year difference between him and Uncle and 7 years between him and Mother. She was apparently nervous to tell him she cared about him, and he left her before Mother had me without her ever knowing why. It was because of memories of that man that we moved to London when I was three." I summed up.
"The year was 1982?" Alex asked. "Yup." I nodded. "That's roughly 4 or 5 years before our birth." Sam observed. "When are your birthdays?" I asked curiously. "5th May 1987." Sam responded. "19th September 1987." That was Alex. "21st July 1987." Clover stated. Oh, damn! That meant I was the youngest one here!
"9th December 1987." I commented. So, Sam was the oldest one! Then Clover, Alex, and me the youngest…. It was the middle of March now, so Sam's birthday was the closest! "So that means these events take place roughly five years before him leaving off like that." Sam concluded with a frown.
She had a point… And they had met nearly two years before that… "Well here we have gotten to a start." Alex smiled, making me smile a bit as well. "What are you guys up to tomorrow?" I asked, wanting to know. "Well, first of all, we can chill out without Mandy," Clover started, making me roll my eyes in amusement.
"We can take some awesome photos," Sam continued. "Snowboard or ski," Alex added. "And hunt some cute guys!" Clover cheered excitedly, earning another eye roll from me. "I can hardly doubt that." I commented with a smirk. "Go ahead and enjoy it!" I added with a grin. "We will!" They chorused before we said 'night' to each other and I hung up.
Oh God, it was midnight already! I'd better go to bed because of tomorrow…. I quickly put the page of that diary in my book and put it in my drawer before turning off the lights.
Suddenly, I could hear an alarm ringing. I put my head under the pillow and groaned. No way am I going to wake up now! It was only… I looked at the clock. 6'O CLOCK?! "What the fuck?" I muttered while looking around in a daze. Why would I set the alarm for that time?! Wait. I didn't set it at all….
"Morning!" I could hear a familiar voice before…. I literally flew out of the bed and landed inside a helicopter while screaming. "Good morning." I looked up to see Jerry greeting. I stood up with a frown and arms folded. "Do you know what time it is?" I asked dryly. "Well, it's 6'o clock in the morning." He responded matter-of-factly while looking at a watch on his left wrist.
"Precisely," I started with a glare. "And from what I remember, you said morning." "Well it is morning." "Except that it hasn't even dawned yet." I responded sarcastically. "I said it was intense 48-hour training, or am I wrong?" Jerry asked with a raised eyebrow. "No, you're not, but you know, a warning would have been nice and… I mean, I'm in fucking pyjamas!" I was about to point at myself, but I gaped at what I was wearing instead of my pyjamas.
It was a suit identical to ones the girls wore, except that its color was dark magenta, as opposed to Clover, Sam and Alex's red, green and yellow. "What the actual fuck?" I muttered in disbelief. "You people never cease to surprise me." I looked up with a frown. "I'll take that as a compliment." Jerry responded with a smirk, making me roll my eyes.
"Alright then, what now?" I asked while straightening up. "Now it begins." The man responded simply. "Alright, here we…" I started before I couldn't feel the floor beneath me anymore. "GOOO!" I screamed while being in the air and falling down…
And it begins. Until next time!