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"What good are dreams if all you do is work? There's more to life than just hitting the books."

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Sarah Goodman

Age: 20

Date of Birth: September 9, 1994

Height: 5'2

Weight: 105

Hair Color: Blond

Eye Color: Blue

Family Members: Mother (deceased), Father (deceased), Brother- Mike Goodman-, Sister (deceased)

I sighed as I reread my profile. Just why exactly did Mike have to become my brother? And why did everyone else get to keep their first names but I had to change mine? I don't even look like a Sarah! And on top of that, why are all my 'family' members dead except for me and Mike? Gosh even my fake family can't stay alive around me.

Closing my portfolio I take a look around. Once again I am on a plane, but this one wasn't that god awful small gray one. No, this was anything but small. They honestly didn't think this wouldn't raise questions to those who didn't know about the giant beings who are currently sharing the Earth with us?

Shaking my head at the stupidity of our oh-so-smart government I look out the tiny window realizing we were descending. Great I thought now on top of being a solider I have to be an actress.

"Iz-Sarah," I hear Tori whisper to left, "who do you think is gonna give it away first? Luke or Mike?"

"Luke defiantly," I whisper back. If these guys bought him a pizza he would do- or say- anything to get it. I only hoped they weren't that smart otherwise we might just lose a partner before this mission is finished.

"Really? I was going with Mike. I mean he's a great spy and everything but I think he has been around one too many bombs."

Raising an eyebrow at her I replied, "What?"

"I mean he isn't the brightest crayon in box I-Sarah. Damn, it's so weird calling you that."

"Tell me about it, but Mike can surprise you Tori just-"

"We have arrived at our destination. Please remain seated till the plane comes to a complete stop. Thank you and enjoy your time in hell."

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So that's what a holoform looks like I thought to myself while looking at said holoform. His name was Ironhide or 'Hide that is if you were close to him. He had a gruff looking holoform standing at about 6'1 with army short black hair and bright blue eyes, one of which had a scar over it. He was wearing a black tight T-shirt with cargo pants and army boots.

It has been about an hour or so since we have gotten off the plane and brushed off into Ironhide's 'loving' care, or so said Major Lennox. He was currently talking about how if we didn't meet the qualifications at the end of the month that we would be cut and sent home. Like that would be a problem I scoff, and with the luck I had it was out loud instead of in my head.

Ironhide's sharp gaze turned towards me and boy did he look pissed. "You got a problem, solider?" he said more as a statement than a question.

I blankly started at him. Normally I would reply with a sarcastic remark that would make me do all sorts of odd jobs at least a month, but I held my tongue remembering that I had to stay in character. So must to my dismay I said, "No Sir!"

"Good." He looked smug, as if he actually scared me, oh please.

"Now, as I was saying for the next month you will be getting up at 0400 for morning warm ups, eat breakfast at 0500, report for training here at 0600, have lunch at 1200, report back for training at 1300, have dinner at 1900, and lights off at 2100. This is your new schedule and you will be following it. There will absolutely no whining or complaining. This is the army people; we have no time for the weak and lazy. Am I understood?"

"Yes Sir!" we all replied at the same time.

As Ironhide continued to talk the brown-haired blue-eyed Major came back, smiling at everyone despite him being a higher ranking officer than most of us. "That's enough, 'Hide." Thank god! "Go get settled in guys. Training starts tomorrow. You are dismissed."

"Yes Sir!" We all responded at the same time again.

About 10 soldiers were here, including my group. Not much when you realize that this was the new group of recruits for the 'army'. However, none the less this month will go by slow, I feel it already.

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Screams of both pain and pleasure could be heard from behind the wooden door. No one ever dared to step foot into their masters bedroom for the fear of what they would find behind it. For that matter no one even dared come close to that side of the house unless there was an important message for their master, which was rare.

The once lively mansion that seemed to radiate life and happiness, now only seemed to give off pain and torture to those who got near. The mansion was now one of those houses that made all the children run to their parents in fear and all the teenagers run up to it because of a dare.

No one was seen coming out of the mansion unless it was one of the maids doing the shopping for the week. However, that within itself was strange you see because about 5 years ago there used to be all kinds of maids short, tall, skinny, fat, brown-haired, blond-haired, red-haired, blue-eyed, brown-eyed… well you get the point. Now, though, there was only one type of maid: short, skinny, blond hair and blue eyes.

Sometimes the town's people would hear the maids talking about their once kind and loving master, and how no one knew what happened to him. All they knew was that around 5 years ago he came home all beaten and bloodied mumbling about some girl, and ever since then their kind and loving master became cold, cruel, and harsh.

In the middle of the, if you were quiet enough, you could hear two maids arguing in hushed tone back and forth. "You go!" one whispered, scared blue eyes glancing around as if a mice wait and knowing the cat was going to pounce any minute.

"No, I went last time! And plus, you owe me," the other one whispered back, knowing she had won the argument.

The first girl gave a shuddered sigh and reluctantly nodded; taking the message that only arrived a few minutes before. "Fine, Charlie, but if I'm not back soon I am begging you to please come and get me."

The second blond, now known as Charlie, gave a sharp nod and wished her luck. It's not that they were scared of their master. Oh heaves no! They loved him and he never treated them badly, but sometimes he would act… strange. Always calling out this girls' name and crying desperately for her to look back. The same result always took place with loud banging and cursing.

"It's okay Nikki, its okay. All you have to do is give him the letter then leave. Easy right?" the mumbled to herself repeatedly as she got closer to the dark wooden door, heart beating slightly faster. "Well… here goes nothing." She said, knocking three times on the door.

As she stood there she could hear someone shuffling around in the room. Small banging noises and curses could be heard as her master came close to the door. "What is it?" his rough voice said from behind the door.

"There… uh… There's a message for you. Your brother said to give it-"

The door was slammed open and her master quickly took the letter from her hands. There was a small smile on his face one that actually reached his eye, and one the servants haven't seen in a long time.

He ripped open the letter and proceeded to read it, hazel eyes quickly darted over the piece of paper. "Finally," he whispered, sliding to the floor with his back against the door. His long brown hair messy and signs of stubble was showing on his chin. Dark bags could be seen underneath his hazel eyes, which usually were filled with grief but they now shined with happiness. "Finally," he whispered again. "I found you, and this time I will not lose you."

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"You didn't love her. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was just good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love her. Because you don't destroy people you love."

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