I woke up, blurry eyed, in a metal box, room, with just a bed, a bowl of salad and a glass of cloudy water. I sit up, wondering where I was, thinking I must remember something, anything... nothing. I rub my forehead, furrow my eyebrows and reach for my gun. Wait, where is my gun? I start grasping at my waist, at nothing but my empty belt on my black skin-tight suit. They took it! They took my own gun from me! I mean, they can't even use it... only I can. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit for about five minutes, racking my brain for any clue of what happened. I couldn't remember a thing. I stood up and started pacing the small box I was imprisoned in.
"I am... Page... Adams! Page Adams! I am... 16 years old... I..." I run my hands over my slick-back ponytail, trying to remember every little detail of my life. "I have short, brown... wait, didn't I get into that bet with... Katelyn?" I try to pull a strand of my hair to my eyes, just managing to see the colour. "Blue? Well, at least it's light blue, not too noticeable for my... job." I sit down on the side of the bed again. "I was... on a job, when I got... knocked out by..." I gasp, remembering one very old name. "Nick Peter Jones!"
Hope you like this first chapter of my book "Journal of A Young Spy"
Not all the chapters will be so short, promise!
Have some killer long chapters planned already!
Shout out to KatAndTheDoctor for helping create the name Nick Peter Jones!
Will post another chapter soon so if you like this chapter, why not add to your library for immediate notification when I post! Haha :P
Cya guys later!
~Wonder xx
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RandomPage Adams wakes up in a Metal Box with no memory of the last week. She paces holes into the floor until she remembers the name of one old enemy. A Young enemy Spy that she has known for years. Will she stay professional and escape in time, or will...
