Mission 601

Chapter 2

Just as the sun comes to the horizon, I felt a hard jab on my face. I pop open my eyes, seeing drunken Dad above me. He had a knife in his left hand and his other hand on my neck. I felt blood running down my face, neck and back. I gasp as I realize Dad just cut me at the corner of my right eye. Then, a feeling of rage came through my entire body.

I'm so sick of this! My thoughts ran bananas. I couldn't control them. Neither can I control my body. Him beating me up! Thinking I'm weak! Let's see who's weak!

I kick him in his stomach and punch him in the face. He groans in pain and back up, dropping the knife on the floor. I quickly got up just as I heard the front door burst open. I ignore that and focus on Dad. He seems surprise at my sudden attack on him. But then again, he seems sad, like he remembers something. That just lasted a second until his drunken face came back. I jump off my bed and onto my nightstand, knocking off the family picture. It shatters on the floor. Dad grab his knife again and swing it towards me. I dodge it, only by a millimetre. The knife got stuck in the wall. I jump off the nightstand and kick Dad in his ribs, then did a back to back punching session. He soon was on the ground, groaning in pain. Jesse was on my bed, startled by my sudden moves. I ran over to her and hug her. I too, was startled by what I just did.

"It's okay baby," I whisper, petting her head. "We'll get out of here. Escape this place once and for all."

I grab my school bag and stuff Snoopy and some clothing. I then remember my family picture. I pick it up and saw the glass was only half broken. I stuff it in my bag. I zip it up and grab Jesse's leach, which was just a rope. I tied the leach up onto Jesse's old collar and open my window.

"Stop right there, little girl," A deep voice came from behind me. I stop and spun around. I saw big mans in black coming in my room. I growl.

"No one can stop me!" I shouted as Jesse and I jump out of my window.

Jesse and I ran and ran blocks away from home. We never stopped. We pass people still glaring and starring at me and stores. When we arrive at Central Park, we took a break on the park bench. I was panting and gasping for air like crazy. Jesse rests her head on my lap again. People walking by us were giving me a disgusted look. Did I forget something? I slept in the same clothing then yesterday.

"Sheila?"

I look up and saw Amber Stones walking up to me. She sat next to me and looked at my face more closely.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"

"You have a deep scar on your face that's still bleeding."

Oh. That's what I forgot. The scar Dad made earlier.

"Don't worry," she says as she, or do I mean he, take off his hair. "We'll take care of you and your dog."

Before I knew it, everything went black and I can't remember anything that happened after that.

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"She's waking up..." Random voice.

"Get ready..." Random voice.

Gah. Stupid light, I thought as my eyes slowly adjust to the lighting of the room. All I know so far, is that I was lying down on something soft and comfy. Not like a bed, but a couch, I guess. I started to sit up, only got to my elbows when someone pushes me back down. My head softly hits a soft, fluffy pillow.

"Relax, Sheila," a female voice told me, as if trying to calm me down.

Yeah, she didn't help.

My heart was beating. I was nervous. Where am I? I thought. What's going on? My eyes soon adjusted to the light and I look around. I was in a white room, on a small single bed surrounded by three random people. One guy around my age, one woman about 40 years old and a girl around 16.

The guy. He's hot. He has tanned skin, a muscular body and... Emerald green eyes? Hey! Wait a minute! Amber Stones... He's the girl!

"You!" I gasp, sitting up and pointing at the guy.

"Huh, she recognized you. That's a first," the girl mocks the guy. The guy growls and walk up to me, who's still pointing at him.

"So, you know who I am?" He kneels down next to me, looking at me in the eyes.

"You disguised yourself as creepy Amber Stone stalker," I explained, red creeping up my cheeks as he continue stare into my eyes. His face went dull once I said it.

"Stalker? Really?"

"Hey, you said-"

"I know what I said." He cuts me off and I started laughing. "Okay. My name is Matt. Matt Mitchell."

"I'm Haley Foster," the girl spoke up.

The girl has shoulder length bright red hair, with bangs covering her eyebrows. Her pale skin seems smooth and clean with freckles on her cheeks. Her feature is small and fragile. maybe three inches taller then me.

"You don't have to be afraid," Haley says, sitting next to me. "Pardon. Let me rephrase that. You don't have to be afraid of Matt. He was always a big bully here." British. She must be from British. How? Her accent.

Matt's face redden in frustration, yet calmly says, "I'm not a bully, Haley. It's just who I am."

"Ohh. That explains why you get mad so easily..." Haley shrugs and turns towards me. "Anyway, Sheila, from now on, you'll be my roommate and I'll be showing you around."

"Around... Where?" I ask, trying to keep my confident face on.

Honestly, inside, I'm crying. I just want life back. Where I'd wake up and smell Mum's cooking and hear Mum and Dad chat. Where Mum, Dad and I would have a picnic in a field full of flowers and me making flower crowns for them, declaring them the King and Queen of Flowerlandia. But, I can't change the past.

"You didn't tell her?" Haley hisses at Matt, snapping me out of my thoughts. He stands up, casting his shadow, made by the light, over me.

"It's not me! I was about to when she ran from me!" He says, his arms shaking. He's probably trying not to attack her.

"Enough!" A loud voice rang through the room, shutting Matt and Haley up. We turn to the source of the voice.

Oh right. I forgot that woman was in this room. Like I said, she seems like she's in her early forties. She has short, light brown, curly hair with light skin. She's petit, but cute. Any guy would go after her she's that pretty.

"Haley, Matt, behave," she snaps at them. They, like, bow at her.

"Sorry, Boss," they both said in perfect sync. The woman then looks at me. She has hazel brown eyes.

"Now, you must be wondering what's going on and where you are," she says, as if nothing happened in this room for the past ten minutes. "Let me explain.

My name is Maya Goth, the director of School of the Gifted Spies Academy. My great-grandfather created this school when he saw passion of fighting and sneaking around. Now, this academy is located in the middle of America, underground. We've been training young kids with horrible pass for the past century. And now, not more then fifty kids are attending this school from all over the world. We bring them here so we can help them, and also train them for saving people all over the world."

"Uhh... So..."

Wow. A lot of information to sip in my brain. Wait... Did she say....

"Spies!?" I cry out, jumping onto my feet.