It was difficult to get up the next morning. I didn’t want to get ready for school - I hated wearing contact lenses before, it’s why I had always worn glasses. Now I had to wear these stupid things every day to disguise my appearance.
I had to spend ages on my hair. That kind of thing was something I never learned until they told me I had to make my hair look different and showed me how I should style it in the safe house.
I emerged from the bathroom and found Brooke waiting for me with the smile she had that I couldn’t figure out. Sometimes I knew she was being genuine, sometimes I knew it was fake. But this one smile she did… I could never read how she really felt if she had that look.
She was holding a backpack, and she thrust it into my hands.
“What is this?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve
