The Phrase "Good Girl" Is So Over Rated

My parents died when i was three, and thats when i lost my innocents. Mr. Clark, or i like to call the killer of life,since im being punnished for well we'll get to that later. Mr. clark took me in and raised me like a daughter. He is an ex agent and wanted to start his own buisness, so when he noticed my talents he used that as an excellent oportunity. He created this series of training that reaches different levels of physical strenghts. He tested my will power, strengh, and even my weekness. There were many levels and not many of the rookies passed, Clark made sure i was far ahead of the others. i became a killer spy by the age of 12, beating up and putting the bad guys in jail and making curfew all at the same time. it was all good for a few years, but i was to careless and didnt know how dangerous this job was. Eventually i would soon find out..... I wanted out!

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I came into the agency, that is disguised as a mattress store ; i would of rather had it as a clothing store, but who cares what i think. After a long day of fighting crime , to see Clark sitting at his desk on the phone. this would be considered usual for a business person but considering this isnt an actual mattress store its very unusual. I waited quitley and anxiously to find out who he was taking to.

" Yes, my daughter Aria will be there monday".

What!? he's talking about me, and whats up with him using the phrase "my daughter"? He's never used my name and daughter in the same sentence before, so unless he has a secret familly out there or he is definatly up to something. I mean he is the only thing ive had to dad since my father died, but he's not much of a father figure.

"I'm sure it's a wonderful place Mr. Bailey, she will surely love it. We've been moving around alot and for her to have a secure place to be is just great for Aria." said Clark... There waws a long pause, then he finally said, "Thank you we will see you then." and hung up.

I looked him for a moment suspisious to what he was up to. He was still sitting there saying nothing doing his paper work. I went up to him, didnt look at me, and studyed his face wondering there anxious for him to say what the call was about. Since he was talking about me i had the right to know, right? But when he didn't say anything, i said to him. " Who were you talking to?" He looked up to me with that smirk on his face.

"How was your day?" he asked. "Why were talking about me, and who is Mr. Bailey?" He didn't say anything again,but just then got up out of his seat and was walking away. Me being dumbfounded on the subject moved from my spot and followed him. He went up to the part of the building where we do our training. Out of all of the rooms, this is the most important. It is equipted with all of the basic needs to become a great agent; it is a small room with a table, while on the floors there are mats. Hanging from the ceiling there are punching bags, and when we train in here we fight each other. It's not just a kiddie fight, but we use our full strengh and actual tools. Wether it be a stick of wood or a knive. We try not to badley injure eachother, just knock the other guy out or cut him badley. I'm the onlly girl on the team, but the better trained and can get up to six guys on the floor passed out in minutes.

Clark sat on the table and told me to come to him, i did what he said. He began telling a story," Do you remember when i brought you here?" He asked. " No, i was a baby." He continued as if not listening to my answer. "When your parents died it was my job to keep you safe. And by doing so i had to give you a normal life, which would be kinda hard cnsidering the dangers after you."

I was begining to get confused, "What dangers?" I asked, could there be sombody after me. Well ofcourse there could be now, but even as a baby? Clark and i made sure that none of the bad guys could follow us. We had our ways, disguieses worked alot. We were carefull.

He continued on ignoring my question, "The man on the phone is the principle of West Crow Highschool."

I was astonished, why would he be talking to the principle? Then it hit me.

" You want me to go to school?"

"Yes". He stated flatley, as if he knew the word so well with no change in his voice. He ws serious.

"But why, is this another mission?" With him this could be anything . His ideas, most being very bold, sometimes didnt end very well. Leaving me to clean up the mess.

"No, Aria ", he said seriously . "This is not a mission,just think of it as a chance of somewhat a normal life."

Why? i thought, things were fine here. But in reality that i was soon to find out that Clark already knew, things were not as 'fine' as they seemed.

"There are things that you don't know but will soon find out, things are going to start changeing around here."

What is this man getting at, is he hidding something from me... whatever it is im bound to figure it out.

He stared at me waiting for me to resond, and when i didn't he continued. "I know that this may seem a little confusing, but you will understand. You may not lke whats about to happen knowing how stuburn you are, but remember its all for the best.

And with that he was gone, with me in the same spot he left me.. I stood there thinking, thinking of a way to understand all of this. I couldn't come up with an answer. Clark always come up with these weird ideas, trying to be a good 'dad' but he missed those classes. This idea of his was different, and what he said worried me. What was he up to?

As I lay in bed wondering why Clark wanted me to go to school, but still fight crime. Which didnt seem all of the normal. But then i got to thinking, what the heck i'd go with his idea of giving me a normal life. Except I'm doing it my way, i've never been to school or know what its about. i have watched the movies though so how hard could it be. I'm an agent that school want know what hit them! This should be interesting!!