Chapter Four: Do All Teenagers Go Through What I Go Through
Raven Millan was the daughter of the double agent Marcus Millan. He is notorious for sending information to Germany while pretending to be loyal to the U.S. He told Germany all about what was going on in Area 51. Germany learned how to use that information against us and we almost went into a World War 3. Last I heard, he was going to be gegeben the electric chair. My dad was supervising Millan when the government found out about the betrayal. My dad had told me everything because we have this open relationship and he tells me everything. It is one of the many things I like about him. I wonder if Raven's dad had a good relationship with her. I couldn't handle having my dad dead.
"Did Du get your schedule yet? If Du have classes with me that would be so exciting. I would be able to brag to people that I know you, the daughter of Byron Armstrong. This is so exciting." Courtney did a mini twirl in her satin nightgown. "Anyways, I have to go to sleep. A girl needs her beauty rest. Goodnight Raven and goodnight daughter of Byron Armstrong."
"My name is McKenna," I sagte slightly amused. It wasn't everyday Du meet a girl who likes to talk like a cartoon character. It was humorous.
"I apologize in advance for her but after awhile Du get use to her non stop talking." Raven placed her set of balloons Von the bett I was going to sleep in. It was a single bed. "We decided to give Du the single bed. Courtney likes the bunk bett better anyways."
"You don't have to give me special treatment," I said.
Raven's Zurück gentleness disintegrated into something cold and hard. "You may be a famous daughter but to me, Du will always be another hopefully spy." Just like the cold, harsh tone came, it went away in a snap. "Besides I can't wait to Zeigen Du around the campus."
I usually wake up around 5am. It isn't because of my curly, messy, red hair (even though it does take awhile to tame it). It is because I like to run. I run early every morning for about an Stunde and half. I have started this tradition ever since I was 8. My dad wanted me training while he was away on "business". While he was gone, I would go to the woods and run aimlessly for a few yards. I soon became so good that I would literally run for about hours without running out of breathe. Now, it was a tradition I couldn't stop.
Without waking the girls, I set out of the protective boundaries of Brookhaven Prep and into the forest. It was very early and the sun was just about to rise. A beautiful scenery for a tragic day. I still aren't heard anything about my dad but could things really change within 10 hours? If they were such brilliant spies, then couldn't they simply find him? If I was able to escape these prison walls, then I would Suchen for him myself and I would succeed, I think.
The natural beauty of the forest was amazing. If it wasn't for the distraction of the beauty then maybe I would have realize that the alarms were off. They was suppose to be on right now. There was suppose to be tricks and traps surrounding the outside boundaries but nothing. Nothing happened. I kept jogging, completely oblivious to the lack of security.
"He is angry that Du Lost Byron. Du was suppose to deliver Byron's body to him but Du didn't. Instead Du loose him and Du let the daughter survive." It sounded like Mrs. Sanders. She must know something about my dad's disappearance. I ducked behind a baum to see who she was talking to. Of course, she wore her usual grey pantsuit and white button up hemd, shirt that wasn't tucked in. "I wish Du would have talked to me about this first." She was on the phone. There was a way to find out who she was calling. I would have to hack not her phone because she obviously is smart enough to Löschen anyone she calls oder texts. I could interfere with the call and then decipher wo was on the other line.
There was a brief pause before she continued into another rant. "I guess so then. Just don't make him anymore upset then he already is and find Byron Armstrong!" With a huff, she snapped her phone shut and headed off in the other direction.
It wasn't safe, sicher to be in the woods anymore. I got up from my hiding spot and swiveled around to come eye to eye with Darrell. "Hey, I was hoping to catch Du out here."
"How did Du know I-"
"Mrs. Sanders sagte I was to provide a tour for you," sagte Darrell.
"That is perfectly okay. Raven from my dorm sagte she would do it," I sagte back. It was going to be way too awkward if he comes.
"Well, now Du have me so go tell Raven that she is fired and I am hired. I'll be at your dorm in a hour." Before I could argue on the subject he was already on his way out, going the same way Mrs. sanders went.
Raven Millan was the daughter of the double agent Marcus Millan. He is notorious for sending information to Germany while pretending to be loyal to the U.S. He told Germany all about what was going on in Area 51. Germany learned how to use that information against us and we almost went into a World War 3. Last I heard, he was going to be gegeben the electric chair. My dad was supervising Millan when the government found out about the betrayal. My dad had told me everything because we have this open relationship and he tells me everything. It is one of the many things I like about him. I wonder if Raven's dad had a good relationship with her. I couldn't handle having my dad dead.
"Did Du get your schedule yet? If Du have classes with me that would be so exciting. I would be able to brag to people that I know you, the daughter of Byron Armstrong. This is so exciting." Courtney did a mini twirl in her satin nightgown. "Anyways, I have to go to sleep. A girl needs her beauty rest. Goodnight Raven and goodnight daughter of Byron Armstrong."
"My name is McKenna," I sagte slightly amused. It wasn't everyday Du meet a girl who likes to talk like a cartoon character. It was humorous.
"I apologize in advance for her but after awhile Du get use to her non stop talking." Raven placed her set of balloons Von the bett I was going to sleep in. It was a single bed. "We decided to give Du the single bed. Courtney likes the bunk bett better anyways."
"You don't have to give me special treatment," I said.
Raven's Zurück gentleness disintegrated into something cold and hard. "You may be a famous daughter but to me, Du will always be another hopefully spy." Just like the cold, harsh tone came, it went away in a snap. "Besides I can't wait to Zeigen Du around the campus."
I usually wake up around 5am. It isn't because of my curly, messy, red hair (even though it does take awhile to tame it). It is because I like to run. I run early every morning for about an Stunde and half. I have started this tradition ever since I was 8. My dad wanted me training while he was away on "business". While he was gone, I would go to the woods and run aimlessly for a few yards. I soon became so good that I would literally run for about hours without running out of breathe. Now, it was a tradition I couldn't stop.
Without waking the girls, I set out of the protective boundaries of Brookhaven Prep and into the forest. It was very early and the sun was just about to rise. A beautiful scenery for a tragic day. I still aren't heard anything about my dad but could things really change within 10 hours? If they were such brilliant spies, then couldn't they simply find him? If I was able to escape these prison walls, then I would Suchen for him myself and I would succeed, I think.
The natural beauty of the forest was amazing. If it wasn't for the distraction of the beauty then maybe I would have realize that the alarms were off. They was suppose to be on right now. There was suppose to be tricks and traps surrounding the outside boundaries but nothing. Nothing happened. I kept jogging, completely oblivious to the lack of security.
"He is angry that Du Lost Byron. Du was suppose to deliver Byron's body to him but Du didn't. Instead Du loose him and Du let the daughter survive." It sounded like Mrs. Sanders. She must know something about my dad's disappearance. I ducked behind a baum to see who she was talking to. Of course, she wore her usual grey pantsuit and white button up hemd, shirt that wasn't tucked in. "I wish Du would have talked to me about this first." She was on the phone. There was a way to find out who she was calling. I would have to hack not her phone because she obviously is smart enough to Löschen anyone she calls oder texts. I could interfere with the call and then decipher wo was on the other line.
There was a brief pause before she continued into another rant. "I guess so then. Just don't make him anymore upset then he already is and find Byron Armstrong!" With a huff, she snapped her phone shut and headed off in the other direction.
It wasn't safe, sicher to be in the woods anymore. I got up from my hiding spot and swiveled around to come eye to eye with Darrell. "Hey, I was hoping to catch Du out here."
"How did Du know I-"
"Mrs. Sanders sagte I was to provide a tour for you," sagte Darrell.
"That is perfectly okay. Raven from my dorm sagte she would do it," I sagte back. It was going to be way too awkward if he comes.
"Well, now Du have me so go tell Raven that she is fired and I am hired. I'll be at your dorm in a hour." Before I could argue on the subject he was already on his way out, going the same way Mrs. sanders went.
I will not be under your tyranny
Your cruel and oppressive force
Yes, maybe Du should be my leader
But that doesn't mean I should follow Du all the time
Do Du know he's got Du bound
Under ropes and chains of cruelty
Well, I don't wanna be a follower
If it means I have to be a killer
No, I'm not exactly kind-hearted
But that doesn't mean I have to kill, kill, kill
I don't wanna be just a senseless follower
I have a heart, I have a soul, so I don't follow you
I don't just wanna be a follower
So I don't give a fuck bout what Du do, do, do
But I myself will not give in to the tyranny
So you'll watch me leave
No one's gonna stop me
Look, I'm walking out the doors of tyranny
And I'm not gonna be a senseless follower
Ever again in my life.
Your cruel and oppressive force
Yes, maybe Du should be my leader
But that doesn't mean I should follow Du all the time
Do Du know he's got Du bound
Under ropes and chains of cruelty
Well, I don't wanna be a follower
If it means I have to be a killer
No, I'm not exactly kind-hearted
But that doesn't mean I have to kill, kill, kill
I don't wanna be just a senseless follower
I have a heart, I have a soul, so I don't follow you
I don't just wanna be a follower
So I don't give a fuck bout what Du do, do, do
But I myself will not give in to the tyranny
So you'll watch me leave
No one's gonna stop me
Look, I'm walking out the doors of tyranny
And I'm not gonna be a senseless follower
Ever again in my life.