A nation Divided- The New Molly

I stared at my own reflection in the mirror and held in a gasp of horror. My once beautiful long black hair was lying in a pile under the salon chair. My new hair was a bleach blond, angled right underneath my chin. My big brown eyes were now covered by thick wired glasses that I  bought from a pharmacy before entering the salon. 

" What have I done?" I whispered to the reflection of a stranger staring back at me.

" What's that you say?" the hairstylist said to me, her mouth smacking on a piece of gum, " you not happy with your new do?" She asked putting her plump fingers on her hips. 

"  Oh, no! It looks...lovely," I said trying to convince myself that it really did look fine, but then a memory of my family stroking my long black hair came to me, ' You're my little raven Molly, and nobody's ever going to steal you away from me!"

 

 He said lifting me up and whirling me around. I giggled, " That's because you are my hero daddy!" I said giggling and then I planted a kiss on his cheek. ' I love you daddy." 

    A tear fell down my cheek at the memory, I lifted my hand to wipe it away but instead I touched my new glasses framing my eyes. Anger rippled through my body, I didn't deserve this! My family, my life, my identity has been stolen from me! And all because of some power thirsty terrorists!

    I lifted my chin up and my tears stopped.

" How much do I owe you?" I asked roughly to the stylist.

" 85 dollars," She said. I opened up my bag and pulled out a wad of bills and slapped them in her outstretched hands.

" Thanks," She said gruffly. I was about to walk out the door when she stopped me.

" What's your name?" She asked me.

" Why do you want to know?" I asked.

She pulled out a book from behind her counter, " It's a new regulation. Every customer must leave their name." Her eyes pierced through me.

" My name's C-Chloe," I said searching my brain for a new name, " - my name is -Chloe Everett."

I walked out the door and heard the bell on the door jingle. 

I looked at the almost empty street ahead of me, and I started walking.

I saw a bike standing alone a few feet away, I hopped on and started riding it, not even noticing that I had just stolen someone's bike.

  I didn't know where I was going,  I didn't even know where I was.

  

But I knew one thing- Those terrorists were going to pay, and I was going to find out a way to bring justice to my country, to the world, and to my family.

I didn't know how; but I knew I must, or I would die trying.

A Nation Divided- Time to change

    I opened my eyes to the bright sunlight shining through the dusty rafters above me. I stretched out my stiff arms and legs and held back a grunt from the pain. I was sore, hungry, afraid, and alone. I cautiously pulled myself up into a sitting position and thought back to three days before when I had found out in one shocking moment that all my family was dead. My life had been a whirlwind of action the past three days.  I was deeply exhausted so I found an old rickety building and slept in it all night.

 

     It had been my first full night of sleep since the bombings. I quickly grabbed my bag of belongings that was sitting next to me and I jumped off the unstable piece of metal I had been sleeping on, I cautiously stepped around debris and headed out on my way again. I needed to find a way out of Hawaii and I wasn’t making much progress. Guards guarded every port and every highway.

 

 All news presses, offices, and stations have been taken over by the Terrorists. Now every radio station & every TV broadcast was full of threats of death to all those who interfered with the terrorists. No one was allowed out of their state. Everyone had become prisoners in their own country. There was no easy escape, if not any at all.

I stuck my hand into my bag and pulled out a wad of bills that I had thankfully been able to recover from the safe in the remains of my bungalow.  Since I knew the combination it was easy to access. I hadn’t spent any money yet besides on some candy bars and a drink from a small grocery store. I knew that my money would vanish quickly and I knew that I would need it to last a very long time.

    I knew that I couldn’t be out in public often and I couldn’t afford to let the terrorists know of my survival, but I had to do something to disguise myself. Just hanging out around the slums wouldn’t keep me hidden forever. Almost everyone knew what I looked like since I was the President’s daughter, and I knew all the terrorists knew more than anyone. So I had to make a decision; I had to change my looks.

    I sighed and headed over to a hair salon that I had seen a few blocks away. I had no choice; I had to change my identity.

     I was no longer Molly Freshman: President’s daughter; I was Nobody: orphan on the run.

  

.... to be continued...