Ember-Ella?

Chapter 1

The sound of a bullet kept ringing

in my ears; I was fazed for a second until another one just sliced past my ear

and a drop of blood fell from my ear. I gathered my senses and dodged the next

bullet that the poor guy shot.

"Come on shoot better than that. I got my hopes up, I wanted a fight." I said with a

fake pout as I punched the guy in the face. He fell backwards and moaned

rolling around, I kicked his stomach.

"I told you not to shoot at me." I said with a shrug as I called in my team to take him

away.

Just to be clear, my name is Ember Fielding. I am a special mission government opt.

agent, one of the best. If they need a job done they call me. I am 18, and I still

live at home yay life. I am extremely sarcastic and cocky. I'm also in the 12thgrade.

Just then I got pulled out of my daze and saw Burly Johnson, one of my best fighters on the team.

"Daydreamin' again rookie?" He said while punching my arm lightly.

"Watch me brake your arm," I said while griping his wrist and twisting it, "Rookie."

"Ahh, ok ok I get your point." He said sarcastically while trying to loosen my grip but I just tightened.

"Ok, ok we get it Capt. Your strong, don't break his wrist." Carter Mason said with a smirk, Carter is our tech guru.

"Don't tell me what to do or you will be in this position next time." I called back to him with a smirk.

"Sorry dude, I tried." Carter said with a smirk as he walked away.

I let Johnson go, "Don't test your luck next time." I started walking back to the van.

My phone beeped and I saw that I was 5 minutes late too school, "Hey drop my off at school can ya?" I hollered.

"Sure thing kid," Jackson Harvetch called from the wheel; he is my driver and best shooter here, besides me.

***

I walked into school wearing my normal shades, leather jacket and awesome boots. The principal knows about me being a government asset, but... my teachers don't so I usually get in trouble for being late.

"Mornin' Larry," I said as I entered history I headed into my seat and put my feet on the table.

"Miss Fielding, care to explain why you were late?" Larry Tuckerman the teacher said slightly irritated.

"No can do sir, talk to the principal." I said with a slight yawn, and a few kids snickered.

"I will make sure to do that," He said through his gritted teeth.

I nodded and started on the test that was on my table. I got done before everyone else as always and I just sat back and let my eyes rest for awhile.

I was rudely awoken by someone bumping my chair and making me land on my butt hard, first thing I went to grab was my gun but I didn't have it. They don't allow guns at school, which is perfect if you want to die. I looked up slightly pissed off that I got woken up.

There stood some nerd staring at me like I had three heads.

"Yes? Care to explain me being on the floor?" I said as I got up and wiped the invisible dirt off me jacket.