Runaway Identity

A young 14-year-old girl Misty Jagger is sick and tired of all the bullying that she's getting so she decides to pretend to die, so that she can go on a live a new life as someone else, she changes everything from her eye colour to her voice. But her heart is still the same she regrets leaving all her friends and family behind but, she just can't go back right I mean she can't go back to the place that she died and live there because people might notice something suspicious but, the chance to go back and find out who her friends truly are is so tempting especially since the one she loves is there too. She will be able to figure if he loves her or not but, what happens if he doesn't what will she do.


5. A close call

2 weeks has passed since I moved to America I’m living a good life or at least a better life then I had before. I haven’t really taken the time to get to know people mainly because, I will probably be moving very soon. I was sitting in the apartment that I have been renting since this week, thinking about life and how it has changed, I have decided not to change very much about myself. To only change the things that others would really notice, just in case I decide to go back to Australia and back to Kweda my birthplace. I’ve lived there ever since I was born and it would be nice to go back, I often think about going back and seeing how much people miss me and, how they’re going without me there especially Hannah and Tyson. “Tyson” I sighed dreamily “I wish I could see your amazingly handsome face and I could run my hand through your brown hair and stare into your beautiful green eyes.”

 I signed again Tyson was an amazing guy even though I never really met him I still miss him. My eyes flash over to a calendar on the wall my eyes fall on the day that everything changed, the day when I did it. The day that I finally ran away from that horrible life, it was the 2nd of November. My eyes started to water so I looked at a different date the 16nd of November that’s today’s date. I noticed that there was something written on there, I got up and walked over Tyson’s birthday I didn’t realise that I wrote it down. Then I realised I died exactly 2 weeks before his birthday, I’m a lousy person I probably gave the one person that I care about the most out of anyone the worst birthday of their whole life. “Tyson….”

“I’m sorry for everything, everything that’s ever happened to you. I’m sorry for not at least trying to be friends with you or going anywhere near you, I really didn’t think that you would ever hang out with me.” Tears start to fall from my eyes and I started to sing, despite everything my voice was still perfect it didn’t sound like I was crying but I was.
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching walk away
Never knowing what could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

I wiped the tears away for some reason singing always made me happy, it seems that I have given away everything except for my voice. My friends, my family, my identity, my heart and my life but the only thing that stayed the only thing that keeps me sane is my voice. My got up and went to my wardrobe, I haven’t been outside very often and I thought that I might as well enjoy America while I’m still here. I grabbed some clothes (the outfit is in the picture) and then went had a shower, got dressed and brushed my hair. I then left heading towards one of the many forests surrounding my apartment. I always found a walk through a forest comforting, it didn’t take me that long to get to one. I started walking through the gentle breeze would pick my hair up and send it flying behind me but I didn’t care. I started to hum ‘Finally’ by Fergie as I walked through it was so peaceful.

I came to a big tree and decided to climb it, I stayed up there for what seemed like forever, when in reality it was only about an hour. I spent the rest of the day either walking or climbing trees, it was just so peaceful here. When I arrived back at my apartment it was 9:00 and the sun was long gone. I turned on the TV there was a breaking news story on the news reporter was saying something about my death. “There have been rumours going around saying that the young girl Misty Jagger isn't actually dead.” Huh did I just hear what I thought I heard “we cross over live to someone that is helping out with the Misty Jagger case, Doctor Kicks” wait there are people out there that think that I’m still alive. “So Doctor Kicks just wanted to ask you about these rumours, is Misty Jagger actually still alive out there?” “No she’s not” “no hesitation just she isn’t alive” “she can’t be she fell from a very high building she couldn’t possibly be alive. Doctors and scientists have examined her body and there is no way that she could have ever survived something like that. No one could, if anyone survived a fall like that then there an extremely lucky, lucky person.”

Oh it’s good to know that someone has some sense yeah I know that I’m still alive and all but people are actually spreading rumours about me living. Who could possibly know that I’m still alive I got my hair and eyes dyed purple and aqua so that things like this don’t happen. So who would know? I have a bad feeling that there are going to be a lot more rumours like this going around in the next year. This was a close call but, I’ve got a feeling that it’s going to get worse for me.


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