Chapter 5

4 Months!

4 MONTHS! That's how long it took him to find us!

I look into one of the mirrors as I stared at myself in horror, I bleached my beautiful brown hair for my own protection and now it's all in vain! Living in that cramped-tiny house where it was an insult to most 2 bedroom homes to even call it that! To my father having to be called Eddie by his coworkers at his mundane office job! Sending my baby sister off to live with my grandfather! It was all for nothing!

The dread I had felt was gone and replaced with a burning rage, how dare he! How dare he plant sleeper agents in my school!

I immediately take out my secret burner phone father had given me.

We knew the agency was looking at our messages and listening in on our calls. Along with the information of knowing that no one can be trusted, dad snuck mom, I and my sister burner phones that are only to be used in case of emergency before my sister snuck off. The agency doesn't even know my sister is alive. She is too young to be caught up in this mess so mother and father decided it was best to fake her death and send her to live with grandfather in the underworld. It broke everyone's heart, but luckily Jasmine is old enough to understand that we weren't abandoning her, despite her accusing us of that. She wanted to go into hiding with us, but dad was final about this decision.

I typed out 'He knows. 10 min. Trust No One' and sent it out to both mom and dad.

Hiding it away I turned to quickly leave the bathroom but it was too late, my homeroom teacher Mrs. Lori came into the bathroom.

"Oh! Goodmorning Ms. Chang! How are you doing?"

I couldn't even speak, and the voices from the other side of the sinks immediately stopped as well.

Then I hear the owners of the disembodied voices come around the corner to check.

It's those three bimbos who have been trying to get me to join their stupid squad.

Their jaws drop and before they could do anything else I turned and ran towards the window behind me. It was really high up and small, but my sister wasn't the only one who is athletic. I would have gone onto gymnastics if I didn't love computers so much.

Luckily I barely fit through the window, but trouble was still coming after I heard my very own homeroom teacher yell out "Code Red".

'Dammit! She was in on it to?! I hate saying it, but dad was right . . . Don't. Trust. Anyone.'

I kept chanting that as I ran from the school grounds towards my house. It's a blessing and curse that my house wasn't too far away from the school.

Panting hard I finally make it to my street, refusing to slow down even the slightest bit. Manny was acting weird this morning, I bet he has been corrupted.