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"Sigh," I say to myself as I delicately place my finger on the Gmail button of my canary yellow iPhone 5C. Normally I love getting emails, but today all I want to do is eat my Chobani 2% milkfat pineapple Greek yogurt and play with my Goberian (a cross between a Golden Retreiver and a Siberian Husky), Hermione.
Time to introduce myself. My name is Serenity East November, and I live in L.A, but everyone just calls me Serenity East. I'm 21 years young, about 5'11"", with black hair and red-violet eyes, but everyone just calls them brown. Also I'm thin, but not too thin. Also I run a very popular blog about Taylor Swift, it's called The Alison Files and I update it daily.
Now back to the email. When it opens up, all I can see is a single phone number.
"Very mysterious..." I say to myself. For some reason, I place my finger on the phone number and decide to call it.
It rings. Then it stops, and a young female voice speaks out.
"Hello? Is this Serenity East?" OH. MY. GOD. I can't believe it.
"OMG. Are you Taylor Swift?"
"Yes. I'm assuming you are Serenity West? I'm sorry to bother you all of a suddenly like this, but it's important. You need to open your front door, right now."
I open my front door. It's Taylor, with a black duffle bag over one shoulder. She's wearing a slender blue dress with white polka-dots, and looking gorgeous as usual.
"No time to explain, let's get inside!" I let her in and close the door. She throws the duffel bag on the ground and unzips it. I look inside and gasp...
I scream at the bloody, dismembered body I see inside.
"Yes. I know, it's horrible," Taylor says. "I really didn't want to kill him, he was one of my favorites, and I just found out he was innocent after all. But Serenity West, you have to understand, I thought what I was doing was necessary."
"How in the WORLD is it necessary to kill someone and CUT him up into PIECES" I say to Taylor.
"Listen... this is a secret, so don't tell anyone. But I have some other really important secrets to keep, 14 of them to be precise. Yesterday one of my friends at the news told me that someone told her some people were planning on telling these really important secrets to the world. There used to be only 14 people in the world I trusted these secrets with, one for each of them, that is until I had to get rid of this one here. So now there are only 13 people left, and 13 secrets that could become not secret. I have my 1989 World Tour to prepare for, so I don't have the time to deal with this. So I need you, Serenity East, my biggest fan who would never ever betray me no matter what, to hunt down and interrogate the people responsible for this and kill them if they might turn on me. Can you do that for me?"
"Okay, I'll do it," I say.
"Great I love you! These people live all around the world, but here's the address of the closest one." She texts me the address.
"Got it," I say. I put it into my iPhone 5C's directions, good thing I have unlimited data. I get into my environmentally friendly Toyota Prius and put on my red-violet Ray-Ban sunglasses, they match my eyes. As I drive away I laugh out loud because guess what!? I met Taylor Swift, and I'm going to get to meet her even more because of my secret mission! I laugh out loud.
"Who knows where this will take us..." I say to myself.
