Beep.
Beep.

My left eye opens slowly, trying to spot my alarm clock. I find it sitting on my night stand, glowing red and it reads six am. I yawn while slapping my hand over the top to turn it off.

I don't want to get out of bed, because when I do, I'll be Emma Fitzgerald. Who knows what she'll be like. Maybe she'll be shy, so I won't have to make any friends — that way, I don't have to lose anyone again.

I take a deep breath before jumping out of bed.

***

"Emma...Jacob" Hank starts slowly while parking his BMW in the staff parking lot, "we stick to the story... No making any alterations... Is that understood?"

Uh yes our story. The one that doesn't change when we move towns. If we don't stick to it fully, then we get caught – or at least that's what Hank wants us to believe. If he has the slightest inkling that our covers are blown then he'll have us relocated.

"Yes, dad" Thomas nods.

"Emma?" He cocks a brow.

"Doesn't it make more sense to call me Isla when we're talking about WITSEC?" I question, forcing him to shoot me an unamused look. "Yes, its understood"

"Good" he nods as the three of us jump out of his car "I'll be playing the part of the embarrassing father whilst you two play embarrassed rebellious adolescents"

"We get it" I assure, rolling my eyes.

"This is our third time around-" hank starts.

"We don't need to be reminded" Thomas assures while we walk towards the front door.

"They had to move us three times in twenty four months because of your screw ups" Hank grows frustrated by our attitude. "So, yes, the two of you need to be reminded"

"They relocated us because he was getting close" I correct.

We enter a hallway, where we are exposed to god knows how many people. My eyes widen fearfully before reverting my gaze to Hank.

"Have a good day" Hank says as handing us our schedules "and remember" he leans in and speaks almost at a whisper, "you never know whose listening"

With that he leaves our sight. When Hank speaks like that it unsettles me. We've had too many close calls in the last two years which forces me to take all this seriously. Thomas, not so much.

"He's one for the theatrics," Thomas comments as I glance down at my schedule.

Biology with Mr Faulkner.

"What do you have first up?" I question.

"Let's see shall we" he glancing down at his schedule "bio with Faulkner"

"Same here" I sigh in relief.

"You know at some point you will need to socialize with someone other than me" he starts "I mean I know I'm attractive as all hell and my charming personality-"

"Just shut up" I beg.

"You need to learn how to interact" Thomas finishes his sentence.

"I know how to interact" I assure.

"You my darling don't know the first think about being social"

"I am not antisocial" I fold my arms "at the last school that we were at, I was a cheerleader with a group of friends" we stop at our lockers, "proves how much you know"

A group of friends that I had to leave. They never got an explanation.

"Okay" he nods as we do our locker combinations that were written on our palms, "you're not allowed to sit with me at lunch"

"Good, I was getting sick of your face anyway" I hiss as my locker door opens. I chuck my back pack before taking my laptop and books. Thomas and I slam our locker doors shut at the same time, "wait"

I'm gonna instantly get a loner reputation. God I hate people.

"Wait?" He cock's a brow as we walk towards our classroom.

"No, you know what..." I narrow my brows, "I'll be fine"

"Good" he nods.

Suddenly a group of girls pass us. Thomas locks eyes with one of the girls and smiles. I roll my eyes.

"Hey, I know that look" I narrow my brows, "that's the look you have when you're hunting your pray"

"Because that's not creepy" he reverts his gaze to me.

"Please don't break any hearts while we're here" I smirk.

"No promises" he says as we enter our bio room.

"You're going to be so wasted by the end of the year" I declare.

"Tipsy maybe" he tells me, "but not wasted"

Thomas and I play a game. It's called Sober, Tipsy, or wasted. If you had a shot for every bad decision you make, would you be sober, tipsy, or wasted?

Every time we've switched locations, the game has reset. He was responsible for the last two moves and as a result has been crowned with the title of being completely wasted.

When we walk into the class room, we see a man who we assume to be Mr Faulkner. He's middle aged, with salt and pepper short hair and bright green eyes.

"Here we go" I take a deep breath as we take a seat beside each other at the back.

"Hey are you guys new?" A voice asks from beside me.

I glance to my right side where I find a girl. She has blond hair, tied in a high pony tail, fair skin, thin lips, natural makeup, hazel eyes.

God I miss my hazel eyes. I didn't know I'd miss something so simple as my eye colour but I do.

Don't be awkward.

"Yeah we are actually" Thomas smiles "I'm Jacob and this is my twin sister Emma"

I glance over to Thomas, who shoots me a reassuring look. I want her to believe it. I need her too because if one person doesn't believe our story then we get moved.

"Shut up" she cries, "I've never met boy/girl twins before...is this your first day?"

"We just moved here from Indiana" Thomas tells her.

"Why the big move?"

"Emma" Thomas cocks a brow.

This was him forcing me to socialize.

"Our dad is the new history teacher here" I explain.

"Shut up! Mr Fitzgerald is your dad?" The girls eyes widen

He hasn't even taught a class yet. This period will be his first time teaching at this school. News travels fast.

"You've heard of him?" I question.

"Sure" she smiles "all the girls have, he is a spunk after all"

"That's disturbing" Thomas shoots her a disgusted look.

"I'm laura by the way" she announces cheerfully as another student takes a seat beside her, "oh and this is Willow"

Thomas and I both move our eyes and look up at Willow. She's stand off-ish, with straight long chocolate brown hair, chocolate eyes, olive skin, large lips, and wears a smokey eye.

"I apologize for my friend" Willow says to Thomas and I, "she can come across as a hyperactive,
creepy, extra as fuck, bitch"

"I've been on my best behaviour, I swear" she rolls her eyes, "this is Emma and Jacob"

"Great now stop bugging them" Willow orders as Mr Faulkner starts the class.

"Their dad is the hot new history teacher" Laura tells her.

"Stop talking" Willow rolls her eyes.

I can't help but chuckle. I glance over at Thomas who watches the girls  interaction. He has that same gross look on his face. Next time, I'll ask our handler to be placed in our town filled with less attractive girls. Maybe then we won't get caught.

The last time we were moved was because Thomas' picture was in the paper. He had a girl on each arm, with their lips pressed against his cheeks. Soon after, we discovered that Ned was on our tail — and just like that, Samantha Donovan disappeared, and Emma Fitzgerald was born.