Jordan's Story
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| I heard everyone draw in breath around me. Every head turned in my direction. And no wonder too. Most people said that my beauty could be compared to an ocean on a clear day. I looked in the mirror across the hall and smiled at my reflection. Staring back at me was a red headed girl. Extremely pale, bright blood red lipstick. Aquamarine eyes. With the distinct mark of fending for myself for a long time. But this did not seem to take away from my looks; in fact it felt more as though it strengthen me. I came out of my trance and waited for the Sorter to place me in my “family”.
I think I should explain some things first. My name is Danielle Blackthorn. I have one sibling. Possibly the only family member that I have alive now. He is my twin and his name is Daniel. Cheesy right. But that is my parent’s thing. I go by Elle or Thorny when I am in a bad mood. I am 13 years old. Oh. And I am a spy. The place where I am right now is M. Jarret Academy for exceptionally talented boys and girls. A.k.a. spy school. My brother is a complete contrast to me with blonde hair brown eyed idiocy underneath what others call cuteness. My mother is dead. My father I don’t know. And that’s where this story all begins.
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It was August 17th and by far the hottest day of the year. I was still curled up in bed after staying up most of the night to watch my brother’s movie with him since he didn’t like it that dad was still away. (My brother is very protective of me). My dad was still away on his alleged business trip. Finally I got out of bed and headed down the winding staircase that connected my room to my brother’s. I banged on his door and when it didn’t open I started to understand something was out of the ordinary. I slowly and tentatively pressed the door open. And just in the space I saw my brother huddled in the corner of his room and without a seconds hesitation I burst through the door and into his room. And then I saw the bomb.
It was right there. Clear as day, looking like it had popped out of a movie. Big, chunky, tons of wires coming out of it. For a second I thought I had gone insane then realized that this wasn’t from a movie. This was real life. And in real life people got hurt. I had also noticed that it had started counting down from ten minutes. With strength only brought out of me by this moment of pure peril, I hoisted my brother up and set him on his feet. Yelling as I scrambled up the steps, “Grab the necessities! We need to get out of her!”
I then flew into my bedroom, thinking it was quite lucky that I was a bit of a slob. This meant that my drawers were almost empty and my clean clothes were all piled in a corner and everything else strewn across the floor in a chaotic mess of games, dirty clothes, and hair products. I grabbed a large backpack and grabbed clothes out of the clean pile. I also stuffed my wallet in it and my hair brush. Then I went into the bathroom and grabbed a toothbrush.
Racing at what felt like the speed of light I sped back down the stairs. My brother, for once in his life, had actually listened to me and we booth ran into my dad’s office to get his credit card. Outside we went and with one last look at the house we turned and ran into the forest on the other side of the yard. Then with the force of a gunshot we were blasted into the air. But then I took another glance, and was horrified and repulsed by what I saw. There was a man no older than 35 coming out of the wreckage no visible scratches or burn marks on his face. He was laughing, not a normal laugh but one with malice and viciousness hidden beneath. That was the first time I ever truly wondered what was being hidden from me.
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