Chapter Four

Perfect! The girl bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, pleased with herself. Step One of Plan: Induviduality undoubtably underway. She'd seen the boy, spoken to him, even, and he was certainly the ideal ally. No more Ga Ga dancing...no more computers...goodbye Ga Ga uniforms and so-long to loneliness. Within two weeks, maybe one with his help, the could be out of here...out of school. Out of Ga Ga territory forever.

She punched the air and spun around excitedly, receiving disgusted looks from passing white-uniform-wearers. Ignoring them, she turned faster and faster, grazing her shoulders along the walls. It was not until she had fallen headlong through an open doorway that she finally stopped short. She had no choice in the matter; she was on her knees, head reeling. She pulled herself up almost immediately, shaking her long, wild hair around her, yet she still felt giddy. She wondered where she'd ended up, and raised her head to look.

She saw eight figures, four in black, two in grey, and two dressed in the academic robes of the school. Teachers and...others. The girl shook her head again, vigorously, and the eight figures reduced in number to four. She made out the face headmistress, severely addressing a hefty-looking man in grey flanked by two even heavier-built black-uniformed guards. The headmistress was speaking.

"I really feel I must protest! I will not have my school used as a-"

"There is a rebel in you school, ma'am. It's something you're going to have to face up to."

"So I understand, but if you'll just-"

"You'll also have to face the fact, ma'am, that we have a job to do. Our job is to trace this rebel, find out it's secrets and dispose of it." The way he spat the word 'rebel' made the girl sure that this authoritive man was not on her side. He was still speaking,
"So, if you'll excuse us, ma'am, I am now going to do my job. For you, I will make it quick. An individual like this rebel isn't going to be hard to spot. Dark, ridiculous hair. With a terrible build, I might add, not the type fit for dancing at all."

She knew without doubt who this tyrant had been ordered to root out and destroy. And she knew if she didn't do something within the next minute, it would already be much, much too late.