I'm Not Who I Am

[1] Wait What?

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Hi, I'm Ariel. No scratch that I'm Elanor. Nope pardon me I'm Louise. Just kidding! I'm Alice...or wait, I think I'm Taylor or maybe Jessica.

You're probably wondering what my real name is. I, too am not so sure about my name since I was always undercover but let me introduce myself to you. Okay, folks, my real name is Jessica Parker. It's pretty hard to just live as Jessica Parker since I always had to be under a fake name or else someone could track me and my family. Anyways, I should really start with a brief timeline of my life to keep you guys on track.

When I was six years old, my mother thought it would be a great idea if I already knew how to defend myself (Yep, at six years old). Being the clueless, defenseless, and weak self that I was, my dad decided to teach me karate up until I was nine earning the brown belt title. I took a break from karate mainly because I wasn't really enjoying it then my mom comes in. She taught me taekwondo. I definitely enjoyed taekwondo more than I used to in karate. Up 'til now I still do taekwondo earning me a third dan black belt title. Now don't ask me how the bloody mud sauce I reach up until that rank but believe me when I say it was hard. At the age of fifteen, they thought it would be a good idea to introduce me to their world. By their agent world, I mean being involved in undercover missions.

Their agency is called the Secret International Agency (SIA). With that, by the age of fifteen, I was already being trained to defend myself in various situations, using guns, defusing bombs, unveiling deep secrets, undergoing investigation, and most importantly martial arts, at the same time balancing with my studies.

I've been to different missions several times and they either end up okay, or you're gonna need a hella backup. During those times, I always had the role of a secondary agent. Never have I taken the role of a primary agent yet considering that most of the cases that the agency caters are high profiles and that my parents weren't really that much to agree that I go primary considering my age and experience.

Buzz. Buzz.

Ugh. I groaned as I hear the Marimba ringtone. It was probably six o'clock in the morning. Oh great, school again. I don't have any pending missions right now so there's nothing really much entertaining or fun about my life at the moment. But if it means that I get out of this apple-hole of a school in this small countryside, then I hope I get a new one. Receiving new missions usually require the agents to move to another place or country, since our agency caters to clients worldwide.

Sighing as I'll have to see my bitchy history teacher later, I groggily walked my way towards the bathroom and took a cold shower, being hopeful this will wake up my spirits. I decided to wear an oversized white sweater, paired with jeans and my worn-out Chuck Taylor's. I grab my backpack and went downstairs to grab a quick breakfast on my way to school.

I hop into my black sedan and drive my way to school. Once I got there, all the decent parking spots were already filled and the available ones were on the far end. After parking, I walked toward the entrance with my backpack strapped on one shoulder.

"Ugh, she looks so annoying!"

"Talk about poor fashion sense, no wonder nobody likes to talk to her."

" What a loser!"

I rolled my eyes while walking down the hallway as I see people whispering to themselves. This has been a usual day for me. I've covered up my identity as Vanessa, so the criminals couldn't trace me or worst, find me. The day went on like this pretty much to my annoyance. I can't fight back thinking it would blow my cover so I remain silent instead.

The day passed by quickly and after school, I immediately went home.

I quickly ran up to my room and locked myself up. I glanced around, remembering this is temporary. There was never anything permanent in my world. Sighing, I was about to lay down on my bed not until I heard a voice downstairs.