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This is where I'll post my story. I do short chapters btw...

Um... I'm not gonna be writing this story anymore, just to tell people who are actually reading it... I'm writing a different one called Code Breaker. I'll post it soon.

Code Breaker

By Julia

Chapter one

"Would Kristen Hearst please come to the front office immediately?"
Well, crap. First period of school and I'm being called to the front office for something I bet I didn't even do.
"Kristen? Please collect your notes and head up to the office," said Mr. Sher, my history teacher. I grabbed my notebook and backpack and left the classroom to go to the office. When I got there, I knocked.
"Come in," Mr. Ray, the principle, said. I opened the door and walked in.
"Look, Mr. Ray, whatever happened, I didn't do it," I said quickly.
"Please, just sit," he said. I took off my backpack and sat down in a chair in front of his desk. It wasn't until I sat down that I noticed two other people in the room. 'Crap,' I kept thinking. There were two men wearing FBI badges. What did they think I did? I wondered.
"Kristen, these men are from the FBI," no duh. "They say they need to ask you a few questions. Would you step outside with them, please?" He asked me. I nodded, but I was cautious. FBI showing up at school for an average teenager? I don't think so.
One of them opened the door for me. I stepped out and the two men followed.
"Why am I here?" I asked. We were at the lunch tables, sitting down.
"We need your help," one said. I smirked at this.
"My help? I'm 14! There's no way I can help the FBI!" I said.
"Kristen, something has happened, and it's not good, we need you to break a code," the other one said.
"Code?" I asked, suddenly interested. I loved codes and code breaking. There was something about them that I loved.
"Oh, and Kris, we're not from the FBI. The FBI doesn't know about us," one of them said. I kind of froze for a second. Two men who lied about being in the FBI to talk to me about breaking some kind of code? Yeah, cuz that doesn't sound suspicious at all! You might as well just say ' get in the car kids! We have candy!' Why would I fall for this.
"Who are you then?" I asked suspiciously. They looked at each other.
"You don't need to know that kris," one of them replied.
"Well you're not getting any of my help. I'm old enough to know about all that stranger danger crap," I said, getting up.
"Where are you going?" One asked.
"Back to class, I have a history test to ace!" I yelled back, already almost back in the building.
"That's just it! You ace every test, you break every code! You have been a straight a student since you were 11!" One of them yelled after me. That got me to stop. How did they know about my grades? Or the code breaking too?
"How did you know that?" I asked turning around and walking back towards them.
"We're not the FBI, but we do know things," one said.
"You are Kristen Acer Hearst. You are a straight a student since you were 11. You love code breaking. You have had blonde hair and blue eyes your whole life. You are exactly 5'4". You are sarcastic, funny, competitive, you love video games such as portal and fez, and you love reading," the other said. I stood there frozen. He had just told me pretty much everything about myself. Something weird was going on.
"There's no way you would walk away now. Your curiosity takes over and you feel like you have to stay," he said. And it was totally true.
"Okay, fine. What do you want?" I asked in an annoyed tone.
"You. We need you. Will you come with us? We need your help immediately," the taller one said.
"No! There is no way I'm coming with you!" I yelled quickly walking into the building. Just as I was reaching for the door handle, I felt a hand around my mouth, dragging me backwards. I started to kick the man, but it was doing nothing. I tried elbowing him in the stomach, but no luck. He brought me to a car, the shorter man opened the door to the back seat, and the one holding me threw me in. You're probably wondering, did I try screaming? I'm not an idiot, of coarse I did!
"What the hell!" I yelled at them.
"We need you. You don't understand how important you are Kristen," the short one said.

"Uh huh! So you kidnap me instead of just waiting for me to be convinced like a normal person?!" I yelled at them. I was mad, pissed off. You don't just kidnap a fourteen year old - from school!