I got dressed early this morning into my favourite leather jacket with my black lace top and jeans and if you're wondering yes, I did take a glance through the whole diary and no I don't want to talk about it, not yet anyway.
My first mission was to find Marcus and hand him the letter.
I gathered all the vital equipment needed to bring at a spy meeting as mentioned in the book and walked out of the door before anyone realised.
30 MINUTES LATER
I've been walking the streets of London for more the half an hour, hoping that he'll just turn up or maybe I'll have some clue on how I could track him down, but neither did he turn up and neither does the lightbulb in my head switch on.
What should I do?
I'm trying to hold the tears back but I know I've failed her and I'll never be able to fulfil grans only wish before leaving this world...
That's when the tears couldn't be held back and they started pouring down like water running out of a tap.
Before I new it there was a whole crowd of people around me asking me if I was all right and why was I crying. I was trying my hardest to answer but I never did like crowds so I just ran and ran and ran till I stumbled into somebody... Mary... Is that you? What are you doing here and were you crying?
When I looked up I saw Marcus and all of a sudden out of nowhere he wrapped his arms round me and took me out of sight from everyone else..

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Mission after death
RandomA story about a young girl who loses something really dear but then gathers the strength to push herself, forward beyond her limits