Chosen to Spy by an Old Lady

Chapter 1: Sorry I lost the key

HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL READERS! This is my first book so don't judge me. But if you do happen to dislike the book please refrain from hating on my writing. I DON'T NEED YOUR HATE! Anyway...ENJOY THIS FIRST CHAPTER! Comment and vote! >.< OUR LOVELY CLOVER AS GIGI HADID!!!

Chapter 1: Sorry I lost the key

Do you hate it when you're in your own world and someone decides to suddenly knock you out of it only to then leave leaving your once beautiful world in rubble and you can't be arsed to fix it 'cause it's too broken? Well let me tell ya somethin', this invader happens to not only destroy my world, reduce it to rubble and then leave, he then comes back and laughs in my face. The ASSHOLE! So let's rewind to the beginning of the day when life didn't happen to mistake your face as a toilet.

~THE MORNING (11 am)~

"IT'S SATURDAY! When God made this day I bet you all my money that God was secretly passing the message that today is the day that you must sleep in!" I am currently talking (or attempting to) to my older by 6 minutes brother, Jason, about how important it is NOT TO DISTURB MY SLEEP!

"I assure you that is not the case but since your broken, I won't bring out the bible.." Jason says so calmly I  want to break that chicken neck of his. Although I can't really argue I try opening my mouth then after failing to comprehend any words I close it. Then, of course, this puts a smirk on his ugly-ass face.

Then without thinking, I say this, "Shut up you asshat"

"But I didn't say anything."

"But you're thinking about something!"

"Then what am I thinking of"

"Are you thinking something involving me dying of dehydration because I got divorced!"

He chuckles, apparently, me dying is a laughing matter. "Nope," he says popping the 'p',"we are going out to do shopping for food!" I raise my eye brows as if to say 'you woke me up...because you want to do shopping?' And of course, I snort while rolling my eyes and respond,

"Soooooo, you were thinking of something that involves me dying of dehydration because I got divorced..." At this, he rolls his eyes then midway his eyes widen and he grabs me.

"WHO IS THE GUY ILL KILL HIM FOR TOUCHING YOU!!!" At this look at him with a face on that clearly states ' what did I do to deserve an idiot of a brother oh Lord'

"No you moronic idiot, My bed IS my husband! And don't kill him he is the reason that we ALL can sleep at night so you apologize RIGHT NOW!" I'm not even joking without my bed NOBODY will get sleep because I will keep you up till sunrise. Jason then looks at me for at least a minute THEN BOOM he's on the floor rolling around laughing his head off and soon after I'm fighting the urge to start spluttering with laughter. After ten good wasted minutes, Jason finally calmed down enough to drag my lazy ass out of the bed. I'm so cold.

"Come on, get dressed and come down stairs. NO TIME WASTING!" He chuckles and leaves my room.

20 minutes later I'm running down stairs in jogging bottoms, a black tank top that reads New York city across my chest and of course NO MAKEUP, I hate that stuff. Anyway as I find myself at the bottom of the stairs I find my mum making breakfast and dad hogging the telly again. I see my brother at the door. I kiss my parent's good bye and make my way out and shout "I CALL SHOTGUN!" I hear my brother sigh in agitation and chuckle to my self, waiting at the car door.

~AT THE SHOPS~

"PIZZA!"

"ICE-CREAM!"

"PIZZA!"