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Nose Jobs, Hair Dye, and Other Ways to Fake Your Death

Death changes a person... Especially when their death is faked.When your father happens to be the next Presidential hopeful, flying under the radar is about as easy as scaling a twenty-story glass building in broad daylight. Even if I was mostly in the background, staying in Dad’s spotlight would make my ambition of becoming a spy difficult at best. And he didn’t want to be the one to take away my dreams.The plan was to fake my death a month after he announced his candidacy, but everything changed when I didn't make it home for winter break.They insisted it was a car crash, but that didn't explain the gunshot wounds in my chest. Or why Dad said it was best to let people think that I was dead.Six weeks and eight surgeries later, I was back at school. New name, new face, and a couple hundred classmates still mourning my death. I thought it would be easy to adopt the new identity, especially since I’d spent the last three and a half years at a special high school run by the Department of Defense.But no amount of training could have prepared me for this.After all, I still had to figure out who killed me.Read more

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