Mission Impossible= A Day With This Jackass

Chapter 1: BOA v.s. SSO

Hey guys!!! Well this is my new story on my account and I hope you guys really like. Oh and if you guys can, can you comment on any feedback you can give me cause that would be awesome. :) Oh and if you want comment and vote!! Thank you!!

p.s. I have this song stuck in my head!!!! ------------------------------------> the youtube video is on the right =)

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Chapter 1: BOA v.s. SSO

I squatted down in the corner breathly heavily. Flames engulfed the whole room and there was no way out. The thick, black smoke clouded my vision making everything around me blurry. I started to cry or more like sob, making it even harder to breath. I would never see my Mom and Dad again. I would never see my friends or anyone from my family. That's all that went through my mind. A fourteen year old girl, who was always sweet and innocent, was being punished by god. What I did wrong? I don't know.

The flames got bigger and the ceiling was on fire. That's when a piece of wood that was burning on fire came falling down. My reflexes automatically moved me out of the way before I was crushed. I screamed out a chilling sound, calling for help. I knew I should have listened to my parents and stayed with them. I knew I shouldn't have gone wandering, but I didn't. Maybe that was my mistake. My vision, blurrier than before, made everything look almost black, blinding me from my surroundings. I crawled up into a ball against the wall and continued to cry. That's when I heard a slam. It sounded like a door being violently opened. I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my dried up throating except of some crackleing noises. "Please find me. Please," was all I could whisper. That's when I felt someone touch me. I strong grip held on to my shoulder.

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I snapped my eyes open and sat up quickly in my bed. My hand automatically went on to my sweaty forehead. "It was just a dream," I whispered to myself. Then I fell back on my pillow and stared at my ceiling, deep in thought. I turned my head slowly while stretching and looked at my clock. "Oh Shit! I'm late," I yelled popping out of bed. After quickly brushing my teeth and taking a cold shower I changed into my work clothes and hurried outside to catch the bus. "Stupid water!" I mumttered passing the landlord's room. While opening the door of the apartment buliding I took a sip of my coffee. It was the middle of December, and New York was cold as hell.

"Hey Bill!" I exclaimed waving at the old man sitting on the bench in the park. I sat down next to him. "How's Darla?"

"She's as well as a eighty year old can be, honey. And let me tell you, she is still the greatest cook when it comes to making pie," he replied. I let out a giggle and got up.

"Well save me some of that pie and I'll come over to eat it with you. See ya Bill!" I waved and crossed the street to get on the bus. Bill and Darla were the closest thing I had to parents. Both of my parents died when I was thirteen and once I moved into these apartments five years ago, they welcomed me in. I love them both. After the bus ride I stepped outside and around the corner of an alleyway. I continued to walk down the alleyway and passed two men disguised as thugs; and yes I said disguised.

So, before I continue let me tell you a little about myself. Starting with the basics. I'm 21 years old and I have blonde, wavy hair and blue eyes. I moved to New York when I was 16 and managed on my own since then. I have no family, barley any friends, and I like it like that. When I turned 20 I joined the BOA. BOA stands for the BLack Ops Agency. We go undercover on assignments that are worldly related. Like my last mission was taking down a Russian spy in Asia. He had intel on American warfare strategies that were meant to be kept a secret. What a loser! He didn't even see me coming. Anyway, so now I work for the agency and I can honest say I'm a good agent.