Code Name : Cinderella

Chapter 4

Brittany.

I went to Cassidy's house yesterday, and got yelled at, and then escorted off of the property by her witch of a stepmom.

I swear. That woman made Hitler look like a saint. I hated her as much or maybe even more than Cas did.

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Cassidy 

I went to bed that last night wondering what was going on with me. I got accused of a felony and two misdemeanors. I don't want to go to jail, but then again I don't want to be a spy either.

A knock woke me up from my deep slumber. Weary and crusty eyed I climbed out of bed and hobbled over to the door.

Hello? Who is it? "I said. “It’s Tiffany briarwood, your agent sent me." I opened up the door to see a little blonde lady who looked like she was in her early her 20's, standing there.

"What’s up" I said attempted to comb the tangles out of my hair with my fingers. "I'm here to take you to school," she said. I shot a quick glance over to the clock sitting on the table. "Are you crazy?" I said. "Its 3:00 am.”No, I'm not crazy, just here to do my job" she said. I left with her through the long drawn out corridors that lead to my room.

"Are you always this annoying and bubbly?" I said. She nodded and giggled. This was going to be the beginning of a very long day.

We arrived at a little building that looked as if it were run down and need desperate construction. "Follow me "she said. She had me follow her through the doors of the "school" and stopped when we reached a book shelf. She pulled out a red and a blue book, revealing a lever and pulling it.

Something clicked and the book case and it sprung open. There was then an elevator took its place. We stepped inside. She pressed on the down button, we began to descend down.

When the elevator had finally stopped, she grabbed my arm and said, "Hurry were already late." she lead me to a room full of what I had thought to be teachers.

A very tall man stepped over towards me. And said," we've been expecting you Cassidy. 

Take a seat. “I sat down quickly hoping to prevent angering these people. It all seemed to be sort of strange I was getting an assortment of looks from everyone.

"Do you know why you here?" the tall man said.um, I won the lottery, no okay, um let’s see am I the 100th visitor, do I get a puppy?” I joked.

You sure are showing us a lot of attitude for a girl in as much trouble as you are. Are you sure you didn't want to choose plan "B" after all? Because that isn't put of question yet.so don't try our patience little girl, or the next 3 years of your life will be spent in a juvenile facility in solitary confinement. Do I make myself clear? A hmm? Do I?" he said.

"Yes" I said. "Excuse me?" he said. "Yes what?”

“Yes s-sir". I said.  

“Good girl, now take her to the prepping room. “He announced and with that I was whisked away.

They had shown me to a room that had three chairs and a lot of equipment. Sit in that chair, said the hairy man while pointing to the left side of the room. I walked over to the chair, and nervously sat down.

"Phase one in progress," a man said into his walkie talkie. Something weird was put onto my head, I was strapped down and then they dimmed the lights. As any normal person, I struggled to get out of the Chair, but had no luck. The chair was turned on and they placed goggles over my eyes. I felt as if I were being shocked, my head had started pounding like a migraine had begun forming.

“What’s going on?" I said.   The man controlling the chair had turned it off and pulled the goggles off of me and took me out of the chair. “That was a terrorism test Ms. Remington. You passed it. You aren't a terrorist." said the tall man from earlier.

"Phase one complete "the man said into his walkie talkie.

"If that was phase one then what is phase two?" I asked.

"Bathe, change clothes, and bed!" beamed an overly cheerful Tiffany who came from out in the hall.

Yes!!!!!! I thought. After three days of no shower, that was all I needed. But then I remembered I had no clothes.

"I'm sorry Tiffany but um I have no other clothes.” I said. “no need to worry, we'll just have to go and find you some then now won't we :)!" said Tiffany.

We found a big bag of clothes and other personals, such as (shampoo and conditioner, you know, some of the usual things that girls can’t live without) waiting for me when I reached the living quarters.

I looked at the big sack of stuff and turned to ask Tiffany where it had come from but by the time that I was able to turn around she was gone. I turned and locked the door and started phase 2.

I undressed and got in the shower. I don't know how long I was in there, but I never wanted to get out. I just stood there letting the hot water run on my back where I had fallen into a heap of trash cans the a few days before. When I finally managed to pry myself from the shower, I dried off and then put on some pajamas that were mysteriously stacked on the sink.

Now it was time for bed. I got in bed and laid there for a long time and muttered “phase 2 complete" just as I was drifting off to sleep.

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Brittany.

I’d been waiting for the right time to come for me to open the package. I was still angry after all, but this time, it was for two reasons. My best friend in the whole world is missing. I wish I could at least know that she’s okay.

I took out a pair of scissors, and cut the packing tape off of the plain brown package. I opened it up farther and discovered that there was a book. With closet examination I then realized that this was a photo album. Why would he want to send this to me? 

It was full of pictures of my other siblings. I mean sure I should care, but I don’t know them. There strangers to me along with my dad. I tossed the book in the trash, and took the box down stairs and flattened it.