"Sir, target has been secured." A dark skinned male spoke into his ear piece before the room became flooded with black suited men.

The large male would then attempt to grab and restrain Alex. It would be a big mistake. The female wouldn't go lightly, she struggled and tugged at the male's strong grip on her thin wrists.

"Let go!" She stomped on his foot with enough pressure to at least sprain a toe. The male released Alex as he reacted to the pain that shot through his foot. The female would then spin around and kick smash her foot into his special area. The male would then fall back in pain, rendered useless as he curled up into a human ball.

"Where did you learn to defend yourself like that?" Anne asked as she slowly clapped for Alex.

"You learn a few tricks after being on your own for a bit." Alex explained as she looked around the room. She would then get into a fighting stance as more men pooled into the room, followed by a man in a slick black suit. The man had greased back black hair and dark brown eyes. He almost looked like John Travolta in Grease. It was dictator Max Angelo.

"Settle down now." The male spoke sternly as the female relaxed her pose. "What's all the trouble happening in here?"

"Father, your secret service tried to attack my friend." Anne replied. The dictator nodded as he rubbed his chin. Alex just stood there blinking while in shock.

"You're the dictator's daughter?" She exclaimed silently to Anne. Anne nodded and Alex brought her hand to her forehead. "I feel so stupid."

"Don't say that." Anne peeled away Alex's hand from her face. "You're mighty brilliant!" She smiled warmly hoping Alex would understand too.

The corners of Alex's mouth lifted up to form a small smile. She would then mouth the words "Thank You" to Anne.

"Right, let's get you back to your class." Max Angelo held open the door for Alex, with the intent that she would leave his daughter's quarters and go back to where she came from.

"Bye." The female would wave to Anne before walking towards the door. As she passed the male, she would look up at him, only to find him glaring down at her. She would then face forward as a secret service man guided her back to her class.

"Look! Fat Jones is back!" The girl from earlier chinned. "Where did you go, Fat Jones? Did you try to plead the dictator for a job cause no one will give you one?" She snorted and the other let out their high pitched squeals of laughter.

"It's none of your business where I went. And it's Alex." Alex crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at the female and her followers.

"It might not be their business. But it is mine." Mr. Goodwell tapped his foot sternly as he gave a similar look to Alex.

"Ooh. Fat Jones is in trouble...!" The girls chittered before walking away.

Alex sighed as she looked to her teacher.

"Why don't you ignore them?" He asked, softening his look.

"I tried. It doesn't work."

"Then try harder. It won't go away till you give it your all." He began, "now. Where did you really go?" He leaned in closer. "And don't lie to me!"

"I went for a walk and got lost, but some secret service men found me and brought me back here." She replied, purposely leaving out the fact that she met the dictator and his daughter.

"Hmm..." The male leaned back a bit before nodding. "Alright. Just tell me or one of your classmates before you wander off again. I'll be held responsible if anything happens to you."

"Okay." She mumbled, just wanting the day to be over so she could go home.

"Great." He would gently tap her back before continuing on with the rest of his lecture.

Lounging at home, Alex picked up her phone and began scrolling through it. Her eyes widened when she came upon a chat that her class had made of her.

It was titled: "Fat Jones"

"It's Alex." She sighed, clicking onto the chat and lurking in it.  Her username was not her real name and her profile picture was of someone's cat.

Warm welcome messages pooled into the chat, seconds after she joined. And then the insults and mean comments arrived.

User 31 says: she's so fat, that she needs two doorways to get into a building.

Alex looked at herself, she was a slightly above average in body size. But she didn't think as herself as fat, that was until her classmates began calling her "Fat Jones".

User 52 says: yeah. And she's so stupid. No wonder no one likes her!

As the comments continued to get meaner and meaner, Alex set down her phone and stared at the ceiling.

"Maybe they're right. Maybe I should just die. Everything would be better without me anyways." She mumbled to herself before she looked over to her notebook. "But then I wouldn't be able to see Anne again." She thought to herself as she picked up the book and flipped to an empty page. As she thought about the dictator's daughter, she began to sketch her in her notebook.

When she felt it was complete, she looked down at her work and smiled.

"I'll be waiting for when we can meet again." Alex then closed her notebook and hid it under her bed before going to sleep. Unaware that her life would soon begin to change.

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