ANISHA:PART3
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She slowly came to, mumbling groggily. Sunlight filtered through grey clouds creating a dull morning light that filled her room. Suddenly she remembered everything. The FBI, the White House, the president and the task he had assigned to her. To train to become a spy. To be trained to kill.
They hadn't really given her a choice. But she would have said yes anyway. All her life she had wanted adventure. And now here it was, practically handed to her on a silver platter. Her entire life had been turned around in a single day. But where was she now? She scrambled out of bed as fast as possible, running for the door, hoping to escape and... It was just a dream.
Anisha sighed and sat down on the bed. The dream was starting to take over her life. Every detail had seemed so vivid, and she could still remember it all so clearly. Right now she had forgotten who she was. And she couldn't let that happen again, there were too many people that needed her.
Anisha pulled herself up and went downstairs to get out all the necessary pills that her mother needed. It was going to be a long day. Just like usual.
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Sleep came quickly after her disturbed dreaming the previous night. When she awoke she found herself in a strange room, empty except for the simple bed she lay on. It took a few moments to remember which life she was in and then it all came flooding back. Where was she? What were they going to do with her? They had told her that she was to become a spy, but what did that even mean? Was it anything like the movies with all the glamorous agents and hidden guns? Whatever was going to happen, lay on the other side of the simple door on the empty wall opposite.
It was a pretty thin door. Only a few kicks broke through it, but she realised soon after wards that it hadn't been locked. Feeling immensely stupid she ran along a corridor, taking turns at random, completely lost in this maze and plain corridors with plain doors. It was too simple. There were no guards, no locks, just room after room, none of which she bothered to open after the first few appeared to be nothing more than supply closets.
Suddenly she came to a large room that reminded her so much of the gym in her school she felt a pang of homesickness. Not that she particularly fond of being put through brutal PE lessons, more the fact she would never set foot in that gym ever again, never go to that school, never see her friends, not even to say goodbye.
She fell to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks as she thought of everything she had lost. Her little brother, her caring gentle parents, her friends constant loyal friends, the ones that could always make her laugh, she missed them all now.
A hand stroked her arm warm through the thin night dress she was still wearing from the morning they took her. She looked up, and through blurry eyes she saw a boy that seemed about the same age as her, brown hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
"Shush, it'll be okay, I promise." Slowly, with his reassuring words and gentle stroking, he calmed her down. When she stopped crying she wiped her eyes and finally got a good look at him. He was tall, with shaggy brown hair still damp with sweat. He seemed to have been working hard before she burst in on him, because his strong body still seemed tensed and ready for more physical labour. But his warm brown eyes, were completely relaxed, full of life and happiness.
"You feel better now?" he asked. Not trusting her voice, she simply nodded. "You're the new girl aren't you? They told us you were coming but we didn't know when. What's your name?"
"Sarah." Her voice wobbled slightly, but she felt confident she wasn't about to burst back into tears again.
"Is that your real name or your chosen one?"
"My what?"
"I'm gonna go with real. Soon you'll have to chose a name, because if people know your real one, then they can use it against you. There are million ways to break you with that single piece of information." It sounded like spy talk. Was he a spy? No, he looked too young. Perhaps he had been chosen to be trained, just like her. She looked again into his eyes and wondered if he too had been dragged away from his friends and family, without even a chance to say goodbye.
" What's your name?" she asked.
"Me? I'm Caleb."And already she could feel the bond forming.
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