Dedicated to: Shady234

      Thanks for pointing out how long this thing was. Yeesh. Thanks for the comment, too! :)

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     September 1st
     Reporting the collection of all knowledge connected to the operation. Agent R. Harris recalls this encounter first before the mission was put into action. Commencement of Agent R. Harris’s experience begins here.

     1. Invisibility
      Date: September 1st

Every time I think of myself when I was fifteen, I am immediately transported back to that time. My mind starts to form thoughts of its own and my heartbeat quickens and suddenly I can hear voices again.

      I can see myself sitting on my bed with my laptop resting right on top of the pink sheets like it belongs there. The fan above my head blows cool air down on me, but my hair is restricted from blowing into my face by a clip that holds it up.

      There’s no music in the background. I don’t put anything on because I know it’ll mess with my focus, and because if I did put music on, my mom might come in and start begging me to dance with her again.

      On my screen is a document-writing software of some sort – one that has all of the features that can help me get an A on all of my reports in the future. In a corner of the screen the date is displayed in white: September 1, 2012.  My fingers hit the keys quickly and effortlessly, every letter appearing on the screen as I press its button, and before I even realize it I’m four thousand words into my English essay.

      I’m so involved in my writing that the clicking of each button as I press them doesn’t even register in my mind.

      But even then, I can't block out the voices that I hear from where I sit.

      “What’s this I hear about Rachel throwing herself at you in school?”

      My fingers pause on the keyboard and I turn my head to the left so that I can hear more clearly. Aaron’s voice isn’t hushed in the slightest bit, and so I figure there’s no harm in eavesdropping on his conversation.

      “Does she like you or something?” my brother casually inquires.

      I snort, knowing better than to believe his nonchalant tone. That’s only how he speaks when his words are demanding and he has every intention to knock the living daylights out of whomever he’s speaking to if they say the wrong thing.

      I hold my breath to wait for the answer to his question.

      Another voice responds. “How’d you hear about that?” Kyle asks. My heart sinks a little. He must know then, if he’s avoiding the question.

      “You didn’t answer the question,” Aaron informs his best friend, and there might be a wall between us but I can tell my brother has his eyes narrowed. “What are you hiding? You don’t have a thing for her too, do you?”

      My eyes widen as soon as I hear the words, and I scramble to my feet before I even realize what I’m doing. My feet move on their own account and before I know it I’m standing in front of my bedroom door. With one hand on the doorknob I pause. I think back to earlier in the day.

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      I made the mistake of walking to school. I knew it was a mistake once I arrived; a moist bead of perspiration trailed down my forehead and onto my cheek. I paused and tried to adjust my plain t-shirt into a cooler position, but it didn’t help.

       The hot sun scorching my skin when I’d walked outside today should’ve been enough to tell me a message. Get Mom to drive you, it should’ve said. But obviously it hadn’t.

      Nevertheless, I was there. And for some unknown reason I was standing next to the ivory-colored building, listening to a conversation between two of the best looking people at my school.

      Shaking my head to clear my mind, I stepped out from my previous position.

      I sighed and brushed a few strands of my dull brown hair away from my face, and then I began to walk up the front steps to this place that I called a school.

      It wasn’t a school. Not really. Or at least, not in my mind. It may have looked like a learning center on the outside, but I knew it was something worse than that; it was a solid jail cell, where the bars were the popular kids keeping you hostage and the floor beneath your feet – which played the part of your only sense of sanity – was the teachers.

      And the only way out was to become one of the bars and succumb to the ways of the popular kids.

       But that wasn’t an option for me. So every day I mounted the stairs out front, and I kept my head down, and I marched right past the popular crew as if I didn’t care. Except today, it was different. Because I didn’t make it past the popular kids.

       I should’ve been used to the steps in front of my school by now, but I wasn’t. My feet made it as far up as the seventh step, and by the eighth, I was falling over into someone’s lap.

       Breathless, I expected the impact of my head hitting the stairs to send a jolt of pain into my head. Nothing came.

       Instead of blackness, I was staring into a pair of familiar grey eyes that I’d come to know over the course of seven years.

       “Are you okay?” Kyle’s voice asked.

       I wanted to answer him, I really did. But I wasn’t sure of what my answer would be. Giggling and whispering and teasing sounds erupted all around me, and I was so caught up in Kyle’s arms that I didn’t even pay attention to them. Next to Kyle, a pretty girl named Madison was eyeing me like I was some kind of disease.

       Confused as to what was going on, I tried my best to catch my breath. “You caught me,” I replied. My eyebrows knitted together. “How?”

       My fall had been too quick for anyone to be able to see it coming. And yet Kyle had, and he’d caught me just before I could’ve gotten an injury. The way his hands were supporting my back and the way his eyes skimmed over me for any bruises – it just didn’t make any sense. It was as if he had experience with things like this.

       And if he did, it must’ve been something he wanted to hide. His gaze strayed from mine and instead of answering me he stared out at the nosy students.

       This time I actually took into account what was going on. The quiet gossip of the students of Crawford reminded me of my awkward position, and from the looks of it, Kyle was reminded of it too.

        “Go visit the nurse,” Kyle said, pushing me up. As soon as I got to my feet, I turned towards the front doors of the school building to follow his advice. “And try not to trip over your two left feet on your way there,” he continued, his tone loud and mocking.

       I hesitated with my foot hovering over the next step, listening to the giggles around me, and felt my mood drop. With a burst of energy, I swiveled my head around to look Kyle in the eye. It was the boldest thing I’d ever done in front of him and other people.

       The laughter around me died down as they saw the intensity in my eyes. Kyle held my gaze for only a few seconds before he had no choice but to look away, and I couldn’t help but feel proud that I had enough strength in my eyes to intimidate someone.

       Although it most likely wasn’t the best idea to purposely intimidate Kyle. Now he’d hate me.  But for the first time in a long time, I felt good about myself. And I wanted to enjoy that – at least for a little while.

       Maybe Kyle would hate me tomorrow. Maybe it was worth it.

       My heart pounded against my chest, but I ignored it, and turned back to continue up the stairs. Everyone’s gaze followed me until I disappeared through the double doors.

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      “She just fell onto me on the stairs this morning,” Kyle finally answers Aaron, bringing me out of my thoughts. I drop my hand from the doorknob and walk back to my bed. Picking up my laptop again, I sit down just as Kyle says the words, “It was no big deal.”

       I begin typing again, but I have to stop when I realize that I’m not focused. My mind is still thinking about what Kyle just said.

       Because he and I both know that it was a lie.

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       ' AwesomelyBlaze