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Me and my step dad have never really gotten on. I think that's why I've always pretended to be someone else for him. Don't do that. It doesn't work.

I've done all sorts of things to make him happy. For example, The Annual Train Exhibition in Birmingham. An exhibition on boxed model trains. The only reason I go, is to try and make him happy. Generally it works. But this year was different, and for once it wasn't entirely my fault. Unfortunately he didn't kn

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6. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The girl had reached the ticket stations. I crouched next to a large potted plant pretending to tie my laces. You only needed to show your ticket at the stations for entry. Exit was a quick and simple process, except she wasn't leaving. I watched as she slipped into the public toilets. I rolled my eyes and mentally scolded myself for being so idiotic. Shakily, I pulled my phone out my pocket. Phew, it hadn't been a message, but a news notification. I clicked on it, I was taken to the article. It read:

Girl age - 15 has been reported missing. Last seen yesterday in Birmingham centre.

Name - Samanta Jureviciute

I looked at the picture. Then I looked up. The girl had reemerge from the loos. I looked at her as she glanced around cautiously. I looked back at the picture. There were a few filters on the photo, and she'd redyed her hair. It was a natural brown with ginger highlights, but they were the same person.

I gaped at her. It seemed that I wasn't the only one who had recognised her. A man, I'd say he was probably around twenty, came up to her. He grabbed her by the arm and was holding his phone to her face, showing her the screen. I watched her eyes widen as she shook her head. She tried to pull away but his grip was too fierce. She looked around wildly for help, until her eyes came to rest on me, desperately she gazed at me.

For the first time, I sawed eyes clearly. Hazel. Like mine. But hers where deeper, with more depth in the colour. Brown on the outer rim, slowly changing to green, then a startling orange. Amazing. I stood up and sauntered casually up to them. Leaning against the door less than a meter away, I surveyed the seen. I clicked my fingers sharply. The man looked at me.

"Would you mind telling me what you are doing holding my girlfriends arm like that?"

He looked startled.

"She's the missing girl.." he started.

"What missing girl?" I said folding my arms and looked into Samanta's face. "What you been doing Jess?" I hoped that she'd cotton on to her name change and go with it.

"I haven't done anything Lewis, this man has just come up to me and asked if my name was Samanta, now he won't let go."

I tried not to show that my bewilderment. She knew my name. Carrying on with the act, I cocked my head to the side. "Samanta huh? Nah, you're Jess, however, it is a nice name," I said with a wink.

The man let go.

"Sorry," he stuttered. "It's just... I thought..."

"It's ok mate." I took the girls freed arm and tucked it under mine as I walked with her. "Well, we'll be seeing you then."

"Yeah, I guess." I could tell he was still confused. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him raise his phone. Hearing the faint click of the camera, I knew he'd taken a picture of us. I sped up.

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