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As the days stretched on, I finally decided to do that 'mission' Skylar had given me. What was with him anyway? A mission? We were in some kind of James Bond movie or what?! But still, I knew how he'd flip out if I was to not finish the mission so I decided that on that beautiful Saturday morning I would finally finish it. I got up from my bed, having enough of lazying around and grabbed that fluorescent binder that Rosalie had gotten for me. And to think that I haven't even opened it yet.

Carefully I read through the file and through everything I had been provided with and I just couldn't believe what my 'mission' actually was. The thickheaded jerk Skylar was sending me on a stalking trip. Yes, a stalking trip because apparently I was supposed to stalk this guy Brayden and take pictures of him.

Angrily throwing the annoying binder into the wall, I huffed and grabbed my camera bag. "Want me to do this mission for you? Fine! I will! But you'll pay for this! Cha!" I said to on one in particular and pumped my fist into the air like the dork I am. Feeling a little like a manga character, I smiled at my own childish antics and walked downstairs, ready to leave for my 'mission'.

Quickly and as stealthily as possible I walked towards the front door and just as I was about to grab the door handle and open the door, my moms stern voice echoed through the hall. Flinching I cursed for not opting to go through my bedroom window. Quickly, taking off my hat and sunglasses-which were my spy gear, mind you- I rushed into the kitchen!

"Get your scrawny ass back here. Now!" She said sternly.Goddammit, for a second there I forgot I was living with a freaking ninja. I pouted and dragged myself over to her. Plastering the sweetest smile I could, I tried to play the funny card.

"Yes mother? You have summoned me?!" I said with my fakest British accent. Thinking I got her, my hope sunk faster than Titanic as she turned to me and glared so hard that I felt my eyeballs started to melt from the intensity.

"Where do you think you're going?" She placed her hands on her hips and whenever she did that...well she meant serious business.

I had to think of something else in order to pass by my mother's obviously ninja full on mode which she has set for her ever since my father went on a business trip. Weird ninja woman! "Well, funny you should ask that." I laughed nervously. "I was um...actually I..." Then it hit me. "We have a biology project about flora and fauna and well I thought I'd might take some pictures and possibly go to the library for some material." I waited patiently as my mom reconsidered letting me out. I prayed that she would let me go because it would be awfully troublesome and tiring for me to listen to Skylar yell his brains out.

After a long deliberation, my mother finally agreed seeing as I managed to successfully lie to her for the very first time. Happy with what I have achieved, I bid my goodbyes to my mother and ran out the door. I sat back in my impala, flipped open the binder and popped one of my precious lollipops in my mouth (they help me think.). I reread the file again and noticed that I have missed some spots. Apparently this guy Brayden went to the gym every Saturday from 11 to 1 then goes to lunch with his friends at the "Enrico's" pizzeria. 'What kind of a dumbass routine is that? It's the same every Saturday?! Gosh!' I thought to myself while liking the lollipop.

As I was about to close the file and throw it in the back of my car, something caught my eye. It said in bold letters "Affiliation: The Dark Knights". 'Where have I heard that before?' Then it hit me. 'George said they were suspecting that the Dark Knights had something to do with Skylar being beaten up. Oh no!' Then it hit me again and I gasped rather loudly. 'Lucas also said something about Brayden having something to do with it too and if he's affiliated with them then it means...SHIT! I'm stalking after the gang member who put Skylar in the hospital!'

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