Chapter four
Has it coming
Dr G was outraged. One of the students had escaped the school. It was on the news. That child has it coming alright. Dr G dialled the number on her smartphone…
Chapter 5
Back with the good guys
“Wait a minute, Hope, my phone’s ringing. Hello?” Prim answered her phone.
“Hello, little girl.” A wide grin spread across the caller’s face as the conversation started to pick up pace.
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“Prim, I’m going to have to leave you for a while, I hope you don’t mind.” Hope said nervously.
“Oh, well that’s okay, I have things to do anyway” Prim answered. This was true. She had won a competition, but didn’t want to tell Hope. She wasn’t quite sure why, but her instinct wasn’t often incorrect.
“Oh, well that’s a relief.” said Hope, fighting to keep the suspicion from her voice.
“Well, I’ll see you later then.” Prim called, starting to walk.
“Wait! Prim-this could be the last time we see each other. Hug.” Hope persisted.
They hugged before heading off in opposite directions. Hope carried on walking until Prim was way out of sight and earshot. Phew. Instead of hailing a taxi, to go and attend to a certain matter that had arisen earlier that day; she doubled back on herself and returned to HQ. She found Merissolla sat in the library, reading a book of ‘Code Names’ and absently chewing her bottom lip.
“Found anything good yet, UA7?” Hope asked, peering over Merissolla’s shoulder.
“No. I think I’m going to have to make one up,” Merissolla said, obviously deep in thought, “what does UA7 stand for, anyway?”
“What, didn’t they tell you?” Hope asked, appalled. When Merissolla shook her head, she continued, “That’s crazy! I shall have to make a formal complaint about that! Anyway, yes, UA7. Unnamed Agent Seven. We better get you a proper name, ASAP! I can help you there. But work before pleasure. I think I’m going to need your help.”
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Has it coming
Dr G was outraged. One of the students had escaped the school. It was on the news. That child has it coming alright. Dr G dialled the number on her smartphone…
Chapter 5
Back with the good guys
“Wait a minute, Hope, my phone’s ringing. Hello?” Prim answered her phone.
“Hello, little girl.” A wide grin spread across the caller’s face as the conversation started to pick up pace.
* * * * *
“Prim, I’m going to have to leave you for a while, I hope you don’t mind.” Hope said nervously.
“Oh, well that’s okay, I have things to do anyway” Prim answered. This was true. She had won a competition, but didn’t want to tell Hope. She wasn’t quite sure why, but her instinct wasn’t often incorrect.
“Oh, well that’s a relief.” said Hope, fighting to keep the suspicion from her voice.
“Well, I’ll see you later then.” Prim called, starting to walk.
“Wait! Prim-this could be the last time we see each other. Hug.” Hope persisted.
They hugged before heading off in opposite directions. Hope carried on walking until Prim was way out of sight and earshot. Phew. Instead of hailing a taxi, to go and attend to a certain matter that had arisen earlier that day; she doubled back on herself and returned to HQ. She found Merissolla sat in the library, reading a book of ‘Code Names’ and absently chewing her bottom lip.
“Found anything good yet, UA7?” Hope asked, peering over Merissolla’s shoulder.
“No. I think I’m going to have to make one up,” Merissolla said, obviously deep in thought, “what does UA7 stand for, anyway?”
“What, didn’t they tell you?” Hope asked, appalled. When Merissolla shook her head, she continued, “That’s crazy! I shall have to make a formal complaint about that! Anyway, yes, UA7. Unnamed Agent Seven. We better get you a proper name, ASAP! I can help you there. But work before pleasure. I think I’m going to need your help.”
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Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
(Verse 1)
I am in love
with the guy who is sweet
till we meet it isn't possible
(Chorus)
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still Single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
everyday
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Now & Then
Everyday, going separate
paths and ways
thinkin' we need to meet
in the middle before we go Undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We never stopped goin'
separate paths and ways
passing broken hearts and scars
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
Now,
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
I can't stand it any longer
goin' all crazy
when I get really lazy
Undercover
(Verse 1)
We need to meet before we go Undercover
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
(Verse 1)
I am in love
with the guy who is sweet
till we meet it isn't possible
(Chorus)
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still Single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
everyday
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Now & Then
Everyday, going separate
paths and ways
thinkin' we need to meet
in the middle before we go Undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We never stopped goin'
separate paths and ways
passing broken hearts and scars
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
Now,
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
I can't stand it any longer
goin' all crazy
when I get really lazy
Undercover
(Verse 1)
We need to meet before we go Undercover
Slowly,
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit by bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
Or even separate us.
Because, you see,
We are bound.
We are bound
By the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit by bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
Or even separate us.
Because, you see,
We are bound.
We are bound
By the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
I look down at the snow below
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me by the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken by the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the angels song
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me by the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken by the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the angels song
With nails so black scraping away at rotting church pews
I tell you I love you more than myself
But to understand, from me you shall receive neither money nor wealth
What you search for is not emotion or passion, it’s much more precise
It’s the golden fortune which comes with a price
So you take the deal and strike my head
Your beating heart, now made of lead
Allow me the peace of mind to soften the last deadly blow
Perhaps this is how our story ends of you the Raven and I the Crow
(Crows and Ravens, in European legends are known to symbolize death)
I will remember you always.
Will you remember me?
That is a question for you to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
You will always be in my heart.
For I know that you will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minute of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will you remember me?
That is a question for you to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
You will always be in my heart.
For I know that you will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minute of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal or energetic maybe the one apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to show the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man next to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal or energetic maybe the one apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to show the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man next to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
