The Academy

~Chapter Four~

I looked down at my body. My skin was tinted a beautiful, tan color. It looked like the golden tan every girl dreamed of having.

"Ok, now I will continue by adding some freckles that I will paint on. Please stay standing," Franka informed me. She walked over to me with a cup and small brush in hand. Once she reached me, Franka dipped the brush into the mixture that was in the cup and began to dab small, little freckles that scattered all over my body. Eventually, every part of my body had at least nine or ten new freckles on it.

"Now, let's change your eye color. You may sit down now," Franka said. How could you change your eye color without using contacts? I refused the idea of wearing contacts in my mind. I took a seat back into the chair as I watched over Franka, who was crouching down at the level of the cart. Eventually, she straightened up and turned to me with two, small, circular objects. They had to be contacts for sure.

"I'm going to put a contact-type thing onto your eye, and it will dissolve and turn your eyes into a blue color," Franka commented. I gazed into the mirror at my dark brown eyes. Everything about me was going to change today. I knew it.

Franka held my eye open with one hand, while putting in the contact with the other. Almost instantly, I watched my eye being turned from dark brown to light blue. Franka repeated the process with my other eye. In just a matter of minutes, my eyes changed colors.

I stared at myself in the mirror for a while. Today's technology absolutely amazed me. I noticed Franka grabbing a makeup brush and dipping it into a container. She cautiously walked the brush over to my face and began to brush it on my face. Within a few minutes, my face looked slightly different from what it did before. I had a few new freckles and more defined cheekbones. To be honest, I thought I looked better than I did before. I slightly smiled.

"That should just about do it, I think," Franka said. She leaned close to my face and looked it up and down. Then, she stepped away and peeped her head out of the room. "Ada, you can go ahead and bring them in, now." Franka walked back into the room. It felt as if I were going to be meeting the entire Protection Program staff today.

A shorter, blonde woman strutted into the room, pushing a clothing rack full of varying types of clothing. She gazed at me for a second, and then turned toward Franka.

"Ms. Kensington, this is Ada. She will be dressing you into new clothing," Franka declared. Ada extended a hand toward me.

"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Kensington," she introduced herself. She grasped my hand firmly and shook it.

"Y-you, too," I stuttered in return.

"I'll be back in ten minutes," Franka commented with her Polish accent. With that, she whisked away out of the room. Ada watched Franka leave, then turned to face me.

"Tell me, Ms. Kensington, what type of clothes do you like to wear?" she questioned. I shrugged.

"I like all clothes. I guess I like a more casual look, kind of like a tank top or t-shirt with a pair of shorts or something." Ada nodded at my answer. "You can call me 'Blair,'" I added through gritted teeth. I despised being called by my last name.

Ada pulled a bundle of shirts from the rack. One by one, she handed me hangers of clothing.

"All of these clothes will fit you," Ada informed me. "You can take a look at them if you want." I gazed through the shirts. There were tank tops, t-shirts, and long and short sleeved shirts. While going through the shirts, I had noticed that there were different clothing brands, such as Nike, Hollister, Old Navy, even Walmart. One shirt in particular, though, caught my eye. It was a royal blue tank top with dark red lettering across the chest. It said, "The Academy." What was "The Academy?" I pondered over it in my mind.