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I've never been fully happy anywhere I go. Sure, my family makes it not too bad, but sometimes I wish I didn't have so many expectations. I have never been clinically diagnosed as a person with depression or anxiety, but if I don't take a specific vitamin every day, twice a day, I spiral downward. Everything is rooting against me and trying to get me to fail. I realized one day, that once my narssistic father left, and he wasn't emotionally manipulating me, nothing was rose colored anymore. You see, I use my emotions for the good of the world though. My name is Gwen Lahsky, and I'm a junior agent for the MI6. My emotions fuel me, make me have drive towards whatever mission I have. If I'm saving a life, I use my feelings of not being enough to withstand the pressure. If there's a kid who's being bullied by his bloody father or mother, I use my anger. "Lahsky!" shouts Jeff Guggenheim. "I'm coming!" My team and I are heading to America for a operations test. Every year, we get tested to see how our training is progressing. If you aren't doing better than the year before, you're out of the MI6. This is my fourth year doing this. I joined the MI6 when I was 13 and have been working hard ever since. I've helped people, and I'm proud of it. I climb into the CIA issue CRV from Honda. The CIA insisted on driving us to the British airfield and chartering our plane out of courtesy, but I believe they want to keep an eye on us. This year is a solo test,so I have to split off from my team. My assignment is to protect a high school boy from the KGB. Apparently, his father is some big shot hacker for the Secret Service and the KGB wants coordinates. "Here is your assignment file, Miss Lahskey. " A senior MI6 Agent says, handing me a military envelope. On the inside, there's a picture of the guy, who's dark haired, and weirdly, yellow eyes. Besides that, he's normal: olive skin, long black eyelashes, six foot one. I'll admit, he's cute. Like, really good looking. His name is Zach Kyrein. He's eighteen, and is super good at science. I mean, I guess he has to be, seeing as his father hacks into unhackable electronics every day. I will be posing as Gwen Stayce (Really? Are they trying to make me sound fake?) And I will be from Tennessee. Why a girl from Tennessee would be going to a New Jersey prep school is beyond me. I continue scanning the file, when something interesting pops up. "He had military surgery?" I ask the agent, using Arabia's native language. Jeff and the rest of my team don't speak that language, but the agent does. "Yes. But what kind of surgery I cannot say. That piece of information requires level fourteen clearance. You and I both are below that level." She says, with a slight frown. From what I gather, she's not super happy she doesn't have a higher clearance. "I understand. Thank you Agent-?" I trail off, hoping she says her name. I can't just call her She and Agent. "Agent Karine Bishop." She smiled, and for a second, she was really beautiful. But then she let the smile fall and she was back to being plain. I looked back at the file, and It said I would be on the same flight as Zach after his layover. I'd sit beside him. I suppose it's so I can read him. Or make it so when I show up at his school I won't be the new girl to him. Either way, the MI6 people are smart. "This is where I leave you, Gwen. Good luck." Agent Karine says, with a small smile. I nod, say goodbye to the rest of my team, and climb out of the CRV. From the looks of it, I am at the airport. "Excuse me, but you look lost." a voice says from behind me. I turn, and I see Zach. I compose myself for a second. "Yes, I guess I am. I'm looking for" I make a show of looking at my ticket. "Terminal Four To America." He smiles, revealing a dimple in his left cheek. "That's where I'm headed." Zach holds out his hand. "I'm Zach Kyrein." I smile back. "I'm Gwen Stayce." Zach's eyebrows raise. "Stayce?" I frown. "My parents met at a Spider-Man movie. They apparently thought having the last name of Stayce meant I needed to be named Gwen." I say, like i've had to explain this a million times before. "Where in America are you heading?" Zach asks, as he walks me to the waiting area. "New Jersey. My mom wants me to go to some fancy-shmancy prep school." Zach's mouth hangs open slightly. "You wouldn't be going to the Camden- Liong Prep school, would you?" I take a step back like I was surprised. "How do you know that?" I demand. "I go there too!" Zach says, with a grin. "Really?" He nods. "That's freaky." I say, like it was a complete coincidence that we were on the same flight, going to the same place. Just wait till he finds out we'll be in the Same row on the plane. "What grade are you?" He asks, holding his breath. "I'm a senior." He pumps his fist in the air and people turn and stare. "Me too. You're right. This is freaky." I agree and look around at my surroundings for the first time.
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The airport is what you expect. Clean lines, lots and lots of people rushing to get to their flights on time. I've never actually been to an airport. The only flights I've been on have been at the MI6 airfield. "Now boarding for flights to New Jersey, at gate four. Please make your way to gate four for flights to New Jersey." The man's voice over the loudspeaker said in a dry voice. "I wonder if he gets tired of saying the same things over, and over again." Zach says, frowning just slightly. "Maybe. But maybe he likes having a predictable job." I respond. We head towards the gate, and pass a mini food court. "Ooh! Look! There's a Chick-fil-A!" cries Zach. "Chick-fil-A? Is that one of your American fast food restaurants?" I ask. "Yes. Have you seriously never tried Chick-fil-A?" Zach shakes his head. "You British people. You don't know what you're missing." He murmurs in exasperation. Then he proceeds to tell me all about Chick-fil-A and why it is the best fat food place ever." Once we arrive at the gate, a lady checks our tickets. "Wow, hardly ever do people get tickets on this flight next to each other." She says, looking surprised. Zach turns to look at me wit his mouth hanging open. This is so bonkers. " He snaps his jaw shut. Zach thanks the lady and she lets us on the plane. After I stow my backpack in the compartment above our seats, we sit down. "Okay, obviously the universe wanted us to meet. But why?" Zach ponders. I give a mock wince. "Ouch." Zach gives me a glance that says you know what I meant. I look back, hoping my glance says oh, do I? “Okay. He’re’s what we’ve learned. We’re both seniors in High School. We are going to go to the same school.” Zach looks over at me. “Yep.” A stewardess walks up with a drink cart. “Hi, Sweetie. Can I get you anything? Coke? Sprite? Water? Coffee?” She asks, gesturing to the cart with a long toned arm. “I’d like some water please,” I say, with a smile. The stewardess smiles. “And you, young man?” Zach grins. “A sprite, if you wouldn’t mind." The stewardess - whose name tag I could make out now- gave me a bottle of water and handed Zach a can of sprite. "Thanks, Julie." I say with a sip from the bottle. Julie's face lights up and she lets loose a laugh. "You're very welcome Gwen!" Julie rolls the cart away. "Wait. She never asked your name."
The airport is what you expect. Clean lines, lots and lots of people rushing to get to their flights on time. I've never actually been to an airport. The only flights I've been on have been at the MI6 airfield. "Now boarding for flights to New Jersey, at gate four. Please make your way to gate four for flights to New Jersey." The man's voice over the loudspeaker said in a dry voice. "I wonder if he gets tired of saying the same things over, and over again." Zach says, frowning just slightly. "Maybe. But maybe he likes having a predictable job." I respond. We head towards the gate, and pass a mini food court. "Ooh! Look! There's a Chick-fil-A!" cries Zach. "Chick-fil-A? Is that one of your American fast food restaurants?" I ask. "Yes. Have you seriously never tried Chick-fil-A?" Zach shakes his head. "You British people. You don't know what you're missing." He murmurs in exasperation. Then he proceeds to tell me all about Chick-fil-A and why it is the best fat food place ever." Once we arrive at the gate, a lady checks our tickets. "Wow, hardly ever do people get tickets on this flight next to each other." She says, looking surprised. Zach turns to look at me wit his mouth hanging open. This is so bonkers. " He snaps his jaw shut. Zach thanks the lady and she lets us on the plane. After I stow my backpack in the compartment above our seats, we sit down. "Okay, obviously the universe wanted us to meet. But why?" Zach ponders. I give a mock wince. "Ouch." Zach gives me a glance that says you know what I meant. I look back, hoping my glance says oh, do I? “Okay. He’re’s what we’ve learned. We’re both seniors in High School. We are going to go to the same school.” Zach looks over at me. “Yep.” A stewardess walks up with a drink cart. “Hi, Sweetie. Can I get you anything? Coke? Sprite? Water? Coffee?” She asks, gesturing to the cart with a long toned arm. “I’d like some water please,” I say, with a smile. The stewardess smiles. “And you, young man?” Zach grins. “A sprite, if you wouldn’t mind." The stewardess - whose name tag I could make out now- gave me a bottle of water and handed Zach a can of sprite. "Thanks, Julie." I say with a sip from the bottle. Julie's face lights up and she lets loose a laugh. "You're very welcome Gwen!" Julie rolls the cart away. "Wait. She never asked your name."
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Oh shoot. I knew I shouldn't have let Julie come on the mission. "Maybe she reads the seating chart to make the customer experience better." I suggest, trying not to let my nervousness show through my facade. I trained for every hostage situation. I trained myself to track anybody I have ever met. But I have never trained for talking about a MI6 agent with a teenage civilian. "Maybe. But itt still feels weird that she knew your name doesn't it?" No, she already knows me. "Kind of, but I'm sure there's a reason." Suddenly, someone whacks the back of my blue aisle seat chair. I turn around, and a young girl in there early teens was swinging her short legs against my chair. The girl had red hair cut into a inverted bob, with bright green eyes. She was wearing an tie dye shirt and a pair of Bermuda shorts. Looking up from her book, she caught me gaze and smirked. Cleo. I gritted my teeth. Why was Cleo Sanchez in my flight? Was she a backup agent? And if so, why had the MI6 not told me she was on the team? "You okay?" asks Zach, making me realize I had been turned around, staring at Cleo for a while. "Oh. Yes." I look Cleo in the eye. "I'm sorry for staring. You remind me of a girl my little brother used to play with." While I had a fictional brother, in agent speak, I was saying Back me up. "Wait a minute! Gwen?" Cleo whisper-shreiked. I widened my eyes in fake surprise. "Cl-" Cleo inturupted me. "I go by Selene now. Cele just seemed babyish, you know?" I nod. So her cover name was Selene. "So you have a boyfriend now. What's his name?" Cleo nods to Zach who was obviously listening in but pretending he wasnt . "Oh, I am not her boyfriend. Yet. But my name's Zach. Zach Kyrein." He reaches over the seat and fist bumps her. I blush in surprise. He already was adding the yet bit in there. Either I am a really good actress or he just falls for any girl he lays eyes on. "Nice to know you. I'm Selene Drummond. I'm flying to New Jersey to meet with my cousin Cruz." I gasp. "I remember Cruz! He used to help me win water fights against you and Morales when he visited." Selene nods. "Yup. Now he's married and has a cute little girl named Celeste." I smile. "What's his wife's name?" I ask,trying to see if Cleo was just making up facts at this point. "Justin. And his wife is a he. I would have thought you'd have figured it out from the fact Cruz never seemed interested in you." Selene says, raising her eyebrows. "I just thought I wasn't his type."
Selene shakes her head. "No,he thought Morales was good looking, but Morales was ten year younger than him. So it kinda wouldn't work. Ya know?" Zach delivers yet another great smile. "Well, ten years once Morales was older wouldn't seem as big of a gap. But I am glad Cruz has a hubby." Selene grins back. "Gwen?! Gwen Lahskey?!" Cries a young woman's voice. I crane my neck to look in the direction the voice had come from. An sixteen to eighteen year old girl was looming behind me. She was wearing heeled black graffiti boots about five inches high, a leather mini skirt, and a cropped pink shirt. "Gwen! It is you!" The girl was a CIA freelancer named Priya Quinton. The CIA had put her on Zach a few years ago, but had never gotten close to him, so they'd sent me to catch his eye. "Wait a minute! Don't I know you from school? How do you know Gwen?" Zach asked, looking a little overwhelmed by everyone who seemed to know me. "Yes, I'm Priya! I'm in your lunch period! I know Gwen because I was an exchange student in middle school and she showed me around!" Priya says with a smile. I've always admired people like Priya. They look beautiful no matter what they wear, but even do, they always look like movie stars. Though, the paint splattered cool girl style might be an act. She also happens to be one of those girls who just has to put an examination point at the end of every single sentence, so maybe I shouldn't want to be her. Honestly, all these people being here, and talking to me seems unnecessary. It makes me feel so uncomfortable. I mean, it's nice to know the MI6 and CIA want me to feel secure in my position, but I also know that I need to feel like I can do this without so much help. I try and smile at all three people around me. " I think I might get some sleep. " I say, pulling out a plane blanket.
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Chapter two----- Zach
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The girl is really pretty. That was my first thought as I walked up to her. I soon found out the really pretty girl was named Gwen and she was an exchange student at my school. Also, it turns out, she's super nice. I mean, I have met a lot of girls, but this one is different. Not only is she pretty, she seems smart, funny, and nice.Trust me when I say most good looking girls are not smart or nice. No offense to the other girls. Things were a little weird for a minute though. A flight attendant that just happened to know her name? A younger girl that happened to be her next door neighbor when they were younger? A girl from my school that happened to have met Gwen? All those things on one trip that still isn't over yet. "So. How do you know Gwen?" Selene asks from her seat behind me. "We just met outside the airport. Somehow we ended up sitting beside each other." I say twisting around to look at her. "Seems like you two have known each other for ages. I guess when it's right, it's right." Selene comments in a sly sounding voice. I raise an eyebrow. "Getting ahead of yourself a little there, now, aren't you?" I ask trying not to sound happy at her words. "Maybe. Maybe not." She grins at me and picks up a book. "What are you reading?" I ask. "The Dyslexic Advantage." I look at her, stunned. "You're Dyslexic?" I ask. "Yes. And before you ask- my Dyslexia only occurs when I am writing." She pointedly raises her book. "Now if you'll excuse me..." I nod and turn back around. Looking to my side, I see Gwen nestled against the window with the blanket around her coffee skin. Her stunningly grey green eyes were closed, but she still seemed beautiful. My father if he was here, he'd be astonished to see that she had no hair on her head. If I was being honest, he'd probably have more of a problem with her being black. I'm not proud of him in that area. I mean, just because someone has a different shade of skin than you do doesn't make them horrible. Sure, some people are horrible. But you shouldn't think that they automatically are horrible because of color. Just then, When's phone buzzed and fell to the ground. As I leaned over to pick it up, I saw the screen said, Report on status at 0600 hours tomorrow morning. I laughed to myself. What, did the person texting her think they were a spy or something? Wait. A voice in my head said. What if they are a spy? I shook the feeling off. There's no way Gwen would know a spy. No way she could be a spy herself. That would just be- explaining a lot. The voice finished for me. No. I told the voice firmly. That would be ridiculous. "You look like you're lost in thought!" A cheery voice says to me. "I am." I look at Priya. I'd noticed her at school before. Kind of hard not to. She always wore neon clothing. And that clothing was short. But really not my type. I can't take cheerfulness all the time.
Oh shoot. I knew I shouldn't have let Julie come on the mission. "Maybe she reads the seating chart to make the customer experience better." I suggest, trying not to let my nervousness show through my facade. I trained for every hostage situation. I trained myself to track anybody I have ever met. But I have never trained for talking about a MI6 agent with a teenage civilian. "Maybe. But itt still feels weird that she knew your name doesn't it?" No, she already knows me. "Kind of, but I'm sure there's a reason." Suddenly, someone whacks the back of my blue aisle seat chair. I turn around, and a young girl in there early teens was swinging her short legs against my chair. The girl had red hair cut into a inverted bob, with bright green eyes. She was wearing an tie dye shirt and a pair of Bermuda shorts. Looking up from her book, she caught me gaze and smirked. Cleo. I gritted my teeth. Why was Cleo Sanchez in my flight? Was she a backup agent? And if so, why had the MI6 not told me she was on the team? "You okay?" asks Zach, making me realize I had been turned around, staring at Cleo for a while. "Oh. Yes." I look Cleo in the eye. "I'm sorry for staring. You remind me of a girl my little brother used to play with." While I had a fictional brother, in agent speak, I was saying Back me up. "Wait a minute! Gwen?" Cleo whisper-shreiked. I widened my eyes in fake surprise. "Cl-" Cleo inturupted me. "I go by Selene now. Cele just seemed babyish, you know?" I nod. So her cover name was Selene. "So you have a boyfriend now. What's his name?" Cleo nods to Zach who was obviously listening in but pretending he wasnt . "Oh, I am not her boyfriend. Yet. But my name's Zach. Zach Kyrein." He reaches over the seat and fist bumps her. I blush in surprise. He already was adding the yet bit in there. Either I am a really good actress or he just falls for any girl he lays eyes on. "Nice to know you. I'm Selene Drummond. I'm flying to New Jersey to meet with my cousin Cruz." I gasp. "I remember Cruz! He used to help me win water fights against you and Morales when he visited." Selene nods. "Yup. Now he's married and has a cute little girl named Celeste." I smile. "What's his wife's name?" I ask,trying to see if Cleo was just making up facts at this point. "Justin. And his wife is a he. I would have thought you'd have figured it out from the fact Cruz never seemed interested in you." Selene says, raising her eyebrows. "I just thought I wasn't his type."
Selene shakes her head. "No,he thought Morales was good looking, but Morales was ten year younger than him. So it kinda wouldn't work. Ya know?" Zach delivers yet another great smile. "Well, ten years once Morales was older wouldn't seem as big of a gap. But I am glad Cruz has a hubby." Selene grins back. "Gwen?! Gwen Lahskey?!" Cries a young woman's voice. I crane my neck to look in the direction the voice had come from. An sixteen to eighteen year old girl was looming behind me. She was wearing heeled black graffiti boots about five inches high, a leather mini skirt, and a cropped pink shirt. "Gwen! It is you!" The girl was a CIA freelancer named Priya Quinton. The CIA had put her on Zach a few years ago, but had never gotten close to him, so they'd sent me to catch his eye. "Wait a minute! Don't I know you from school? How do you know Gwen?" Zach asked, looking a little overwhelmed by everyone who seemed to know me. "Yes, I'm Priya! I'm in your lunch period! I know Gwen because I was an exchange student in middle school and she showed me around!" Priya says with a smile. I've always admired people like Priya. They look beautiful no matter what they wear, but even do, they always look like movie stars. Though, the paint splattered cool girl style might be an act. She also happens to be one of those girls who just has to put an examination point at the end of every single sentence, so maybe I shouldn't want to be her. Honestly, all these people being here, and talking to me seems unnecessary. It makes me feel so uncomfortable. I mean, it's nice to know the MI6 and CIA want me to feel secure in my position, but I also know that I need to feel like I can do this without so much help. I try and smile at all three people around me. " I think I might get some sleep. " I say, pulling out a plane blanket.
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Chapter two----- Zach
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The girl is really pretty. That was my first thought as I walked up to her. I soon found out the really pretty girl was named Gwen and she was an exchange student at my school. Also, it turns out, she's super nice. I mean, I have met a lot of girls, but this one is different. Not only is she pretty, she seems smart, funny, and nice.Trust me when I say most good looking girls are not smart or nice. No offense to the other girls. Things were a little weird for a minute though. A flight attendant that just happened to know her name? A younger girl that happened to be her next door neighbor when they were younger? A girl from my school that happened to have met Gwen? All those things on one trip that still isn't over yet. "So. How do you know Gwen?" Selene asks from her seat behind me. "We just met outside the airport. Somehow we ended up sitting beside each other." I say twisting around to look at her. "Seems like you two have known each other for ages. I guess when it's right, it's right." Selene comments in a sly sounding voice. I raise an eyebrow. "Getting ahead of yourself a little there, now, aren't you?" I ask trying not to sound happy at her words. "Maybe. Maybe not." She grins at me and picks up a book. "What are you reading?" I ask. "The Dyslexic Advantage." I look at her, stunned. "You're Dyslexic?" I ask. "Yes. And before you ask- my Dyslexia only occurs when I am writing." She pointedly raises her book. "Now if you'll excuse me..." I nod and turn back around. Looking to my side, I see Gwen nestled against the window with the blanket around her coffee skin. Her stunningly grey green eyes were closed, but she still seemed beautiful. My father if he was here, he'd be astonished to see that she had no hair on her head. If I was being honest, he'd probably have more of a problem with her being black. I'm not proud of him in that area. I mean, just because someone has a different shade of skin than you do doesn't make them horrible. Sure, some people are horrible. But you shouldn't think that they automatically are horrible because of color. Just then, When's phone buzzed and fell to the ground. As I leaned over to pick it up, I saw the screen said, Report on status at 0600 hours tomorrow morning. I laughed to myself. What, did the person texting her think they were a spy or something? Wait. A voice in my head said. What if they are a spy? I shook the feeling off. There's no way Gwen would know a spy. No way she could be a spy herself. That would just be- explaining a lot. The voice finished for me. No. I told the voice firmly. That would be ridiculous. "You look like you're lost in thought!" A cheery voice says to me. "I am." I look at Priya. I'd noticed her at school before. Kind of hard not to. She always wore neon clothing. And that clothing was short. But really not my type. I can't take cheerfulness all the time.
The phone buzzed again. Deadline moved to Thursday. Move in on target ASAP. Was Gwen in some type of trouble? Who was the target? Hold up. HOLD UP A MINUTE. Gwen meets me. She is on the same flight as me. She's in the seat beside me. She's going to the same school as me. All that isn't A coincidence. Is it? What if... I'm the target? That would make so much sense. My dad is a huge celebrity for making some high tech program. I groan aloud and Gwen shifts in her sleep. So what? When we get alone she'll kidnap me? I doubt that. But honestly, these days, anyone can be mixed up in the weirdest stuff. "Mmm. What time is it?" Gwen's sleepy voice jolts me out of my thoughts. "Um......." I rustle through my canvas grey backpack. "3:30. We have about forty minutes left on our flight. You were out for a little more than an hour. Feel more rested?" I ask hoping I don't sound like an idiot. Ask about the girl. And her family. Women like talking about themselves. My dad spoke in my head. Shut up Dad. I can handle talking to a girl. I shout at my imaginary father. "So tell me about Morales. What's he like?" I ask. Gwen, who had just sat back up, squirms. Ha! She doesn't like talking about her family. I smirk at my brain-made father. "He's smart. Like really, really smart. He skipped two grades so instead of Fourth grade, Morales is in sixth. Um... He's adopted, but no one ever views him in that way. His favorite Disney movie is Queen of Katawe." She says with a fond smile. "So what's your favorite Disney movie?" I ask when she seems to slip into her thoughts. "Either Princess and The Frog or Mulan. Maybe Coco. How about you?" Gwen takes a sip of her water that probably is no longer cold. "I guess Pinocchio." I say, spouting out a random Disney movie, since the only 'Disney' movies I really like are either Avengers movies or Star Wars. Somehow, though, I doubt Gwen would count those as Disney. "Favorite Music?" She asks me. "Jon Bellion or Charlie Puth." I answer. I like random songs from a lot of artists. "I like Ariana Grande and Sam Smith. Favorite colour?" I'm not surprised by her answer of Ariana Grande. "Red. You?" I am suh an idiot. Why didn't I ask her why she likes Sam Smith? "Mmm. Blue. Or silver" She decides with her brow furrowed in thought. "Silver's cool,but is it really a color?" I ask. "You know what? I'm not sure. I don't think black is a color. But white is all the colors at once...so... I don't know."
