School. The one place in the world that I wholeheartedly hate. Stupid rules, annoying teachers, tests. Lots of tests to categorize us into smart, average, dumb, dumbest. Cliques. The "popular people cool people", the actual popular people, emo kids, nerds and the average. I would put myself in the average category. I don't get into trouble and I don't cause trouble. I would put Hollie in the first category and Amara in the second. People in the school seem to respect her more than they respect Hollie and if you respect one and not the other you're picking sides. This causes lots of arguments and disputes. Hollie is really involved but Amara doesn't care.
We're in sociology now. Amara's in my class. Miss Watronze is telling us about an assignment that's due on Tuesday next week. I just realize that I can't hand it in at school, That's the day of the mission at the embassy. That also means Amara can't hand it in as well. Finally, no more goody two shoes. She is far too worshipped wherever she goes and people always think that she is some amazing superhuman that is unstoppable and a borderline genius. she's just a damaged teenager who either belongs to too many groups or doesn't fit in at all. She's intimidating, unapproachable, anti-social, just an unpleasant person in general but people are still caught in her spell and web of lies. I can't be vocal about these thoughts but there's something off about her and I vow to figure out what it is.
A voice breaks my train of thought. It's Bella, one of Amara's friends. she's not part of the bureau though.
"Hey, Amara, could you get me a signed photograph from Lennox( Ambassador Nicholas' son) please," she begs, her face veiled in desperation.
"Amara won't give it to you, Lennox is her boo." Someone teases.
Amara just rolls her eyes and keeps writing something in her notebooks for a while before saying.
"Number one, I only see Lennox as a brother and Number two he has a girlfriend."
A look of shock appears on their faces. I'm guessing that that piece of information is unusual.
"Besides" she continues." it's not as fun as you think, I have to wear a dress and smile all the time and have random people tell me how much they feel I don't deserve what's happened to me, it's too much attention. I prefer hiding in the shadows." she says with bitterness. everyone's expressions change and they all look despaired. I think that they all forgot that she's an orphan yet they only know half of her "tragic" life story.
We're at the Embassy now, doing a costume/outfit fitting for the mission tonight. I've been allowed to work upfront as a server and try to spot any of the members of Choas United using the contact lenses that we're going to be given. I'm also going to be wearing a camera so the bureau can also spot the members. The surveillance team is going to be working from one of the rooms in the Embassy and using cameras that are put all over the walls in the main hall where the party is happening.