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    Back at Cindy's house we shared out the gold equally and went to get some sleep. Tomorrow, Cindy would make me a fake ID and Credit Card to get me on my journey. By the time they would have worked out that the card and ID was fake, I'd be long gone and nowhere to be found...

    I Was Betrayed (IIII)


    "Samantha!"
    Huh? Who? What? Where?!
    I was laying on Cindy's couch that she thoughfully made as a bed for me last night. She'd been up since five in the morning! I wonder what she was doing.
    Oh, yeah! I remember now. She was fixing up a fake ID and Credit Card to get me out of this country and to somewhere exotic.

    But why on earth did she scream "Samantha" on the top of her lungs? My name's not Samantha. Like I said in the first part of the story, I don't even remember my name. Has she got a pet cat or something?
    Is that really MY name?! Samantha?!
    Oh... It's a friend of Cindy's... I really did think that was my name, but oh well...

    I got off the couch and went to see what Cindy was up to.
    I was right after all. She was sat in front of a computer working at the Stuff I'd asked for.

    "Heya! You took ya time gettin' up, didn' ya?!" she bellowed.
    "Oh... Sorry..." I replied, completely still tired.
    "This is Sam," Cindy replied, pointed towards a girl she must have been shouting at earlier,
    "She's mah flat mate, she go' home late la' night so ya beta get yaselves intraduced 'en?"
    "Hey Sam, nice to meet you" I said politely.
    "Oh, hi. You too. And you are...?"
    "I honestley don't know..." I said blankley.
    Sam looked at me puzzeled.
    "She got nabbed, she was ina news, ya rememba? Ya know them's idiots give ya stupid code names and then ya faget ya blinkin' real 'un" Cindy explained to Sam.
    "Yeah, I remember. When we got arrested for them fake IDs we gave out years ago. Took me about three or four months for it to come back naturally. I was too used to being P:189012" Sam replied.
    I was shocked. Such a nice girl getting cuffed. Well, it happened to me too so I know...

    Apparently Cindy already told Sam what they were doing and why.
    According to Cindy, Sam was the brains behind the IDs and Credit Cards. But it was Cindy herself who had to software uploaded on her PC.

    "So, we can't put your real name on the ID and Credit Card, 'cos that would be too easy for the cops to work out. And anyway, you can't remember what it was" Sam thought.
    "What should we put on there, then?" I mumbled.
    "Lydia?" Cindy chimmed.
    "No," Sam said, "You don't look like a 'Lydia'"
    "What about Myah? Myah Brooks?"
    "Perfect!" Cindy grumbled, she clearly wanted Lydia typed on the ID and Credit Card.

    The Stuff had now been made and I was ready to get on my way. It wouldn't be easy but we'll do it somehow...