The cover of the dark engulfed me as I continued my way around the busy streets of London. After all, it was only 8PM on a Friday night. I ducked into a shabby looking grocery store and winced as the bells tinkled loudly. Thankfully, it was very bright and clean inside. "Erm... can I use the bathroom?" I asked the cashier. He was an old man with a potbelly. "You mean the loo?" he corrected, chuckling to himself. "I've only been here for, like, four months." I defended. "Why'd you move to England, love?" he asked. He had a nice, kind face so I wasn't afraid. "Boarding school." I muttered darkly. "What?! You're hardly fourteen!" he exclaimed. "I turned sixteen two months ago." I sniffed. "So, why are you in boarding school?" he asked, smiling good-naturedly. "My old school sent me. It's this retarded scholarship thingy." I laughed. "Where's your family?" he asked. "Dubai." I said, flatly. "That's terrible. Anyway, the bathroom's over there." he said, pointing. I smiled and headed over there. I was a mess. My hair was poofed, my heels were cracked, my face was sweaty, my nails were chipped, and a bruise was forming under my left eye. I tied a ponytail and wiped off all my makeup. Finally, I opened my backpack. I took out my iPhone, connected a proxy server and turned it on. (A proxy server secures your telephone line and makes the phone untrackable.)
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The Agency
Teen Fiction16 year old Vivian Richards is being hunted by unknown men. She doesn't know whats going on and she neither does she care. All she knows is that her past is haunting her once again. Her main goal is to stay undercover and keep her family safe. That'...
