Look around you. Look out on the streets. Look at the children that go to our school. Do any of them stand out to you? Most likely, yes. Right now, the middle school to highschool years, is were we start to feel feelings, that we have never felt before. There is that boy or girl that you long for, that you despertly want to talk to, but never get the chance. Or maybe your love is you best freind, the one you rely on the most. Or, maybe you don't have a lover, yet.

Being in Middle School or High School is amazing. But, just as it begins, what if it was all slipped from beneath your feet, leaving you to fall into a never ending void of despair? What if one day, a crazy man knocked at your door, waited for you to open it, and then whizzed you away? To never come back? To never see your family again? Even though its true at times you don't like your family, could you imagine never getting to see the happy look on your mother's or father's face when you gradiuate? Or maybe, you loose your lover. To never see him or her again. You would probably try to commit suicide. To feel no pain. Or, so you thought. Say, this man, who whizzed you away, took you to a large building, filled with other boys and girls, who were also under the same circumstances? Well, there was some hope there, or you could be thinking, shoot me! Please shoot me!, but dont think that so fast. You have been brought into a new world. At birth, doctors examined you, and picked out your talents. If you p*censored*ed the test, when you turned 12, they would watch you. Contstantly, and yes, even in the shower. Then at 16, they would take you away. Now, here, in this strange building, you are remolded, by the finest plastic surgeons ever. Your hair will be cut differently, your body changed, your muscles amped. Now, no one could ever recogonize you. Or could they? A surgery does not change who you are, what you believe in. Or does it? Will you be lost, in that never ending void of despair? If you choose so, yes.

Now, I take you to the final step. The owners of this program recreate files, give you new names, fake parent, even fake p*censored*ports and birth certifiates. Finally, you are aloud to go back to school, but as a new person. Can you give others a sign, of who you really are? Can you break the shackles? Most cannot, but some can. Usaully, the person they get through too will be in grave danger. Will you protect them?

The worst part, is the training. Brutal training, from dusk to dawn, and you have to take a rest pill to make it through school. You only get 1 hour sleep, and a rest pill. This secret agency, is trying to turn you into a weapon. Will you resist? Or will you crack under the hardships of never seeing your family? The choice is now yours.

Rules: 

This is a literate rp. I refuse to explain what that is.

If this is literate, that means I want paragraph entries, no skellys.

To join, post Secret above your bio.

Be diive. I dont want 1 or 2 sentance entrys. But, if we are in a tuff spot, will take matters into our hands when we get there.

Be nice to eachother. No fighting.

The First person to join gets to be my vice president of this rp.

This is a romance, so its pg-15. Anything else, dont get elaborate.

Minimum characters, 2. You must have one kid in the agency, one on the outside.

Maxium Characters: 4

You get three warnings for not being literate. The fourth time, I will ask you to leave.

Have Fun!

A young man stared at the mirror. Inside of the golden frame, he saw it. He saw the monster he was becoming. His lush black  hair was now gone. His bright blue eyes as well. His muscles ached, but were bold now. He could lift a truck if he wanted to. He now stood at 6foot 4, two inches taller than before the surgery. His hair was now short, and straight, not curly like it used to be. It was blonde. His eyes were chocolate brown, and his skin was pale. Very pale. He looked so different, that every time he looked into a mirror, he wanted to scratch his eyes out. But this was not the worst part. The worst part, was that these people first seperated him from his family, that needed him. They made up a story about him being murdered for the news. But then, they changed his name. He used to be Jake Borofeild. Now, he was Harry Thompson. Oh, how he hated his new name. He despised it. He would now have to go back to high school, and put up with everything. He would have to here the whispers of his old life. But worse. He would have to see his twin sister, Veronica. He wanted to shoot himself.

Lucy looked at her hands. She now had short nails, not the long beutiful nails she had before. She was now 3 inches taller, at 6foot 1. Her chest was almost flat. She was now, a boy, not the body parts, but she had to pretend to be. She wanted to die. Her name was now Randy Lukioa. Her old name was Lucy Kikpper. SHe hated who ever redid her name. Wanted them to die. Her long hair was gone, and was now cut at her ears. She used to be blonde, and was now a redhead. Her green eyes were gone, and now she had blue eyes. She despised this new life. Her caffs where so strong now, she could run a marathon. That was the only thing she didnt despise. Maybe she could escape. But she knew that it was impossible. She hated that she had to go back to school, as boy. SHe wanted to throw up. 

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Jake was not liking the person he became, people were staring at him like he was an alien. I'm not that different from everyone else. he tried to tell himself, but he wasn't believing it. His hair and face was totally different, he looked better, and worse. He looked like a different person, but inside he was the same person. He tried to show his girlfriend that he was Drake, his boyfriend but she never believed him. Jake sighed and sat on a chair wondering how life could get worse.

 Ashley got ready for school and ate breakfast, she was running late and she ran to the bus right before it left. She took a seat in the back, ignoring everyone else. She stared out the window thinking about how boring life was. Every day it's the same thing, nothing changes. she thought to herself but she quickly put that thought aside so that she wouldn't get depressed.

Randy grabbed her bag, and of corse dressed as a boy, she left to go to school. Her new backpack was twice a big as her old one. This one contained a survival pack too. The angency always prepared their kids. SHe hated being one of the agency's kids. She waited at the bus stop with all of the other agency kids in buidling D. She looked around, and noticed most of the other kids were boys, or dressed as boys.

Harry wanted to kill himself when his room said "Good Morning Harry." He screamed up at it "THATS NOT MY NAME!" Then the officer *censored*igned to his building came in and shocked him. "You are Harry." The officer screamed at him. Then Harry skipped breakfast, and ran to the bus stop. He ran into another boy. "Oh sorry." He said, and moved on.

Randy was pushed by a strange boy. He didn't even acknolodge her. Or did he? Her ears weren't very strong anymore.  

Alex Stallings was looking in the mirror.This CANT get any worse! She thought Her Long Lushious Aurburn hair was now cut to her shoulders, and dyed black. For herself, she but in a single streak of Aurburn on the side, pretending that was still the same.  She was atleast a shade tanner, when she had to go in a tanning booth for what seemed like forever. She wore a pair of black jeans, a tye-dye shirt, and her black jacket she wore was only zipped about 2 inches up, so you could still see her shirt. she had a french manicure and pedicure, which she couldnt STAND because she used to bite her nails. Her new name was Julia Pinnial. She swung her new pretty N pink backpack over her shoulder, (and she HATED pink) and left for school.