A spy named Tullulah

Chapter 2

Ok, ok I know you probably don't even know who I am unless your an enemy of course. My mother would be very disappointed in my story telling skills right now, she is a writer after all. My father is a the head of a secret organisation most people don't believe me when I tell them that, not that I've really told anyone. If I did I probably would have been in the clutches of death much sooner.

When I say my mums a writer shes not quite what you probably think she is. She doesn't write story's or non-fiction, no She writes codes, manuals and reports of criminals. She used to be an ordinary, aspiring writer but things changed when she met my dad I won't bore you with the details but now as you can tell She also works for the organisation she's kind of the man in the chair well I should actually say woman in the chair.

This organisation I keep talking about is a vast group of highly skilled elite agents situated all across the globe. It is called SPY.INC. It stands for spy's incorporated. I know, it's not the best name is it, but I don't dare say that when any agents are near by. They happen to be extremely loyal to both the organisation and its name. There are so many of these agents that statistics show you probably walk past 5 of our agents everyday without even knowing. One of them might be that little old lady who lives across the road another may work in your local super market for goodness sake even your mum or dad or maybe both are working for us. You never know...

Anyway if you haven't guessed already I'm not your typical tween in more ways than one but for you to really know me I'll start from the very beginning 13 years ago on the 23rd of November 2003, in Saint Mary's Royal hospital, London - The day I was born.