The Secret Service, Superpowers, Sex, and Celebrities- a novel
I’m not normal. I realize that pretty much all pre-teens and teenagers say something like this, but I don’t mean in an emotional hormonal teen way. Let me explain what I mean. I’m a jumper. Well, at least that’s my name for it. If I have an image in my head, I can move there in about .2 seconds. I can have breakfast in Paris (insert funny French accent here), get some proper Chinese food in China Beijing for lunch, and end my day eating good ol’ pizza in Italy, or sometimes I’ll get a slice of god ol’ greasy pizza in Brooklyn. A fellow Brit got worldwide recognition just a short time ago for being the first man to go to 201 countries without taking a plane- and it only took him 1426 days. I could do that in an afternoon’s work if I wanted to.
Oh, and if that didn’t make me different enough, I also work for SIS- Britain’s Secret Intelligence Service, just like you’ve heard about in James Bond Films. Although, let’s be honest, James Bond ain’t got nothing on me, cause you know the whole I-have-a-jumper-superpower-and-he-didn’t thing. Although the agency doesn’t actually know that I’m a jumper, no one does. It’s kinda something that is a bit of a weird thing to tell someone. The service knows I’m one of their best agents; they don’t need to know the logistics of it. Plus, this way they give me money to pay for flights to places and I just get to pocket that money, cause I don’t use planes. They’re too slow.
Anyways, I tried to do the whole normal thing, I went to university, which is where I met my roommate actually, but it didn’t work out. I’m not really interested in sitting in lecture halls and having to write papers about things I don’t really care about. Plus, why learn in a classroom when I can travel the world, and in all honesty there’s not much university can teach me about how to take down enemies of the state. My parents died in a car accident when I was 3, and my aunt raised me until I was 14, when she also passed away, but from cancer. The secret service then found me, and considering I had no family ties, I’m the perfect candidate to enter the service as it means enemies have nearly no leverage on me. I don’t have many friends, in fact, I only have one; Eleanor my roommate. I don’t do relationships really because they’re just a liability and I’m not a very emotional person, I can’t imagine being all mushy towards someone. I mean I have boys coming and going, but none that I’m ever emotionally invested in. That’s just who I am. And it drives my roommate crazy, she thinks I’m insane because she’s been in a long-term relationship for ages and she doesn’t understand how someone can’t want what they have. She constantly tells me about their relationship, and although I don’t mind listening to her, I find it a bit gag-worthy to be honest. I still haven’t met the guy and they’ve been dating over a year, I honestly don’t even know much about him other than his name and the fact that apparently he’s a celebrity. In fact, El was talking about him right now.
“Scar, will you please come meet him already? I’ve been dating him over a year and all he knows is my best friend’s name is Scarlet but knows nothing about you. I want the two most important people in my life to meet each other. Please stop making up excuses to not meet him.” El says
“Uh excuse me El, but I haven’t been avoiding meeting him, I’ve been in and out of the country for work and haven’t been home in a while. You know that” I respond
She sighs, “I know Scar, I know. But I don’t know anyone else who works for the government who’s away that much. Seriously what is it with them sending you away so much? Who knew a boring desk job in the government could come with so many rewards? Maybe I should sign up and drop out of school” she jokes. Yeah, so she doesn’t know what I actually do, but that’s because I’m legally not allowed to tell anyone about missions anyways. Plus who would believe that a 20-year-old girl is a secret service agent who takes people out for a living? Not many that’s for sure.
