Mission Not Accomplished

Mission Not Accomplished

By: Meera Lakshmi

Zira :

“The final programming just got installed, Miss.” I stood in the great hall where Mrs. Ace sat. “Very good Zira. Please tell Rivshner that the android needs to be deployed. Please help him with transportation. I expect everything to be in position by tomorrow at noon. We are on a tight schedule. There is no room for error.” The sound of her stern voice bounced off the walls of the echoing hall. “Yes, ma’am,” I said as I quickly turned away to follow her instructions. “Wait, Zira. Be careful honey. We don’t have any other people available other than Rivshner. I don’t know if a sneak attack is in order. Here is the twin watch. If you are in danger press the button. I’ll send a team to find you. I love you.” “I love you too mom,” I said as I walked away.

Hazel :

The world was all white. Everywhere I looked. White, white, and more white. It gradually was getting brighter and brighter, it felt like I was being reincarnated. Suddenly the world snapped to life. I was looking at a grassy field. Flowers everywhere. I heard a voice say, “Agent Hazel. Your mission is to blend into Walsh Middle and use the database to find a boy who supposedly goes to this school. He will be under the name Matthew McConnell. Once you find this boy, you will report to base. We will send a team to take him into custody. Blend in and succeed. The future of the world rests on your shoulders.” Something called emotion suddenly filled me. Was it fear? Fear that if I fail the world would supposedly be destroyed. I had to succeed. I WILL succeed. 

Matthew:

I know the enemy was going to send someone or something after me. Thanks to Walter leaking our whereabouts they know some stuff we didn’t intend them to know, but Walter leaking information wouldn’t be a problem anymore. I ended him. His scream was joyous. It really fuels me, you know? But, I wasn’t planning on running away. I wasn't going to be a coward. I am much more powerful than them. Also, they aren’t smart enough to send more than one person after me. So, I am thinking I could use that to my advantage. Why not use your enemies’ stupidness against them, right? Yeah, I know I am a 14-year-old running a big organization, but I am A LOT smarter than everyone thinks. I would bet I am smarter than all of my enemies put together, but who am I to boast? 

Hazel:

I walked into the school for the first time. It was so busy. People running through the halls trying to get to class. I was given an identity. Sarah Blake. My real name was Hazel, but I guess it was a precaution. In case the enemy heard of a Hazel, they didn’t think of me. A bunch of colored blocks with writing flashed before my eyes. I think it was my calendar for my classes? I walked to room 2A. Math class. I walked in, even though I was an “android” no one looked at me funny, I was disguised to look like every other teenage girl. One with sleek black hair, hazel eyes, and a kind smile. I didn’t know where to go, so I stood at the back of the room. Then, the teacher saw me, and all of a sudden everyone turned toward me. Almost everyone had an annoyed look on their face, like “ugh another new kid”, except the teacher, apparently, he was Mr. Marshal, and a girl with red hair and the biggest grin. It made me smile? “Hello Miss Blake, please take a seat in one of the empty chairs and take out the Math folder you were given.” The red-haired girl ushered me over to the empty seat next to her. Her name was Aisha. Very pretty. “Hi, Aisha!” I whispered to her. "How do you know my name?” She asked while looking at me funny. “Ummmm,” I scanned the room and my eyes fell on her backpack. Where the name Aisha was embroidered in pink letters. Bingo! “Your name is on your backpack,” I said. “Oof. Nice save.” I said to myself in a mumble. “Oh,” she said smile returning. During class, I knew all the answers to all of Mr. Marshal’s questions. Well, to be fair, I did have the world’s information at my fingertips. I tried to keep quiet, I had to “blend in” not “stand out”, but my programming gives me access to the database, so it’s not entirely my fault. Aisha stared at me in wonder as I got every problem on the assessment correct. After class, she pulled me aside. “Hey um, Sarah?”She asked timidly. “Yes?” I said. “I’ve never been a great student, and my parents said they would pull me out of my college art course if I can’t get my grades up. Would you maybe tutor me?” She asked. I smiled. “Of course!” Who was I to say no to my new friend? Well, I wasn’t exactly sure that she was my friend yet. “Aisha, are we friends?” I asked. “Of course, we are! What did you think we are?” I blushed. Well, as much as my metal parts would let me. She probably couldn’t tell. I turned on my heels and walked toward the cafeteria for lunch. 

Aisha:

I usually walk home alone. My older sister Bailey was enrolled in the high school a few towns over so it’s just been me. I don’t have many friends. Most of the time people just come up to me to ask for a drawing, and I used to give it to them. But now I know that they just tricked me into giving it to them for free so they could conn someone else into thinking they did it. Today I walked home with a friend. The new kid, Sarah. I remember what it was like to be the new kid. No one welcomed me with open arms. 8 year old me was crushed. So, I made a promise to myself, I was going to be the welcoming friend I never had, for someone else. Sarah is really cool. She is kind, smart, and everything you would want a friend to be. Well, I assume so. I have only known her for a few hours but I feel like I have known her my whole life. She was coming home with me, to tutor me. Well, I hope she isn’t too serious and just wants to do work, I want to show her around. We got home and I introduced her to my mom. “Hey, mom?” I asked. “I brought my new friend Sarah over and we are going to work on some homework. Is that ok?” “Oh, I’m glad honey.” She said. She turned to Sarah. “Make sure Aisha does her homework ok?” She told Sarah with a wink. “Mommmm!” I said turning away taking Sarah’s hand to bring her up to my room. Once we got to my room I shut my door and sat on my bed. “Hey Sarah, we do have to do homework, but we can also hang out and watch a movie?” “Sure! But, let’s get the homework done first,” she said. 

Hazel:

I sat with Aisha on her bed working on the homework that Mr. Marshal assigned us. After working on the Pythagorean Theorem and many other things Aisha asked if we could watch a movie. So, she asked me what I wanted to watch. I picked the first thing that I saw on the screen so we ended up watching Harry Potter. After watching the movie, she asked if I wanted her to walk with me home. And then it hit me. I didn’t have a home. I quickly made up a lie. “Sorry, I forgot to mention this but, my parents aren’t home. Do you think that I could stay the night?” I asked. “Sure!” She said. Not the reaction I was expecting, considering we just met. “I just need to check with my mom, but I think she will say yes.” I smiled. She brought me downstairs to her mom who said, “Of course! I am glad Aisha is bonding with someone.” She said with a wink. Aisha brought me back to her room. We hung out, played board games, and she told me stories about her family. We went to bed really late. Like 12 AM late. But it was the best! I was happy? I think it’s called happy.

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I woke up to Aisha’s mom saying, “girls wake up!! School starts in 30 minutes! Get up, get up!” I groggily got up and got ready. We walked to school together and went to room 3B for English class. As usual, I knew all the answers. And everyone stared at me. When English was over,

I walked out of room 3B and made eye contact with a boy. His information popped up. MATTHEW MCCONNELL. I quickly turned away. But I know he caught me staring at him. I tried to run away but he came over and smiled. Then he did something weird. He knelt down and reached for my heel. Where MY POWER BUTTON WAS! How did he know?? I felt pressure on my heel, and then the world went black.