No Returns

Amelia Johnson has a perfect life, she has an unlimited bank balance, a perfect boyfriend, a life in the spotlight, but after one party ends in disaster, Amelia life is turned upside down.... With no returns.


6. The Transformation

"Please don't cut too much off..." I reluctantly sat in the hairdressers chair, Marco wasn't just your everyday hairdresser, he was a secret agent hairdresser! (It's weird how many jobs there are in MI5 that you wouldn't think they'd need!) He flung a cape thing around my neck and tied it. 

"Amelia, we are not giving you a trim, we are changing you completely. Like I explained, I will be cutting it shorter and dying it brown." I pulled at a bit of my long, blonde hair, I didn't want to give it up, but I guess it had to be done. 

"Just do it, I don't want to watch." I ordered him, I looked down at a magazine, there I was on the front cover. 'Amelia Johnson, the girl of the moment. We chat to her on pg 17!' I remember this interview from about a month ago, I'd worked for weeks trying to work on what to say to make myself sound how much I loved my amazing yet the worst life ever. I can't imagine looking any different, but maybe it will be a nice change, along with my life. I could hear my phone ring somewhere in the room, I looked around to find where it was coming from, Christina had it. 

"Hey Christina, give it?" She looked at me before putting it into her bag, "You can't just take my phone! Who was it?" She smiled at me,

"You can't answer a dead girl's phone can you? You'll freak out you're boyfriend." Josh. It was Josh, and I'd completely forgotten, that now I could never see him again, not as me anyway. He'll think I'm dead, that's not fair, I love him... I felt a tear fall roll down my cheek. Josh. I wanted to run out, and not care if I died or not but I couldn't because then Josh would die. I looked over to Christina, who was staring at me, did MI5 teach her to be completely heartless? 

"Is there no way out of this? Can I go home?" I whispered,

"Like I said earlier, no returns. You have no choice." She said, as she walked off. I thought she was meant to care about me? I felt something cold run through my hair, it was the dye. No more blonde Amelia. 

A lady, came over to me, holding a file.

"Hi Amelia, I thought you'd like to know about your new identity." She pulled some paper and picture out of her file, "You are now Grace Harrell, 16 years old, from New York. You have been put on an American family exchange programme, where you will go live with the Davis family in California. Here's a family picture." She handed me a picture of this family, they all looked pretty happy. There was a mum, holding a baby, a girl who looked about my age and a little boy who looked about 7, I'd never had brothers or sisters before. 

"They look nice..." I whispered, but the lady began to point at the picture,

"This is the mum, she's called Monica she's 40, and this is the youngest daughter here, she's called Lilly and is about a year old." She pointed to the little boy, "That's Luke, he's 8 and finally, here's Lindsay and she's 16. So I'm sure you'll relate with her most. They're was a father in the family but he passed away a year ago." That was sad I guess, but I didn't know what to say, because whatever happens to me, I have not choice. I'm going to be living with this family who I've only seen in a picture and I now have to be called Grace. End of story. 

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