One last wish

The Assistant

I rolled over onto my back and lifted my hair over the pillow, after all it was summer. The sun shone into my eyes and the birds tweeted.
"Time for school now honey", my dad said opening the door, " need to get to work I've got a huge meeting".
I strained as I lifted myself up off the bed. It's always so hard to get up in a morning at my dads place, his bed is so luxurious and the sheets are made from "the finest eqyptian cotton". I applied my makeup and tied my hair in a pony then to finish it off curled the ends of my hair. I applied my Charlotte Tilbury lipgloss over my mac lipstick in the shade sushi, it's always been my favourite.
"See you later Dad", I shouted back.
"Are you not going to have any breakfast sweetie"?
"I'll pick something up at the shop, love you, bye", I replied.
I swung open the shop door as the bell rang. Stood right I front of me was James. I smiled at him unsure what to do.
"You never texted", he said.
"Oh yeah, sorry I was er so busy last night, loads of homework".
"When do you and homework appear in the same sentence".
"Funny. Aren't you meant to invite me to the dance"? I asked.
"Just you wait and see Jessica Gleem".
I followed him as he left out the door with my eyes.
"What can I get for you"? Maggie asked.
"Just a fruit yoghurt please", I asked.
I caught the bus to school with Mia because as usual she didn't want to walk. Today she had no makeup on and looked like she had been dragged round the town.
"What's happened"? I asked.
"Don't even ask", she replied, " I need you to do it for me, I have everything in my bag".
I looked at her confused but soon smiled.
" So who is your date to the dance", she asked.
"Not sure".
"Well I may know someone".
"Who Mia?"
"This guy called George Bentley, his parents are spys"!
"I doubt that"!
"Why"
"Because he wouldn't know that his parents were spy's, it's secret"!
"Well he knows, he's their assistant"
"Woah, woah, woah, slow down what do you mean assistant"?
"Like he does all the work, you know like say someone found out about them, they would have to be killed, and he would do it".
I stared at her in disgust.
"I know it sounds horrible but apparently it pays really well, plus he doesn't really have a choice".
"How old is this guy", I asked.
"15".
"Mia he's two years older than me".
"Age is meaningless".
"Whatever", I laughed, "Now I need to get to class, see you later".
"Bye" she replied.
I knew exactly who this boy was and I was willing to do anything to find out who he'd met.