Beach Days

Chapter 2 - Not At The Table

I guess I should explain before I continue with my story.
My name is Shannon Miller, 17 years old, senior agent. I have long straight or curly blond hair depending on how I want it and green eyes.

I'm petite, especially compared to my tall best friend, Abby. Abby and I have been agents working at a special agency all our lives, carrying on from our parents, all four of whom were agents back in the day.

Being an agent is just like being a cop only more dangerous. The more complicated, scary jobs and missions come to us but the cops get the recognition when it's nicely wrapped up by us agents.

Anyway, our agent is a little different than the normal agencies, mainly the superpower aspect. Once you become a senior agent and pass all the tests, you are given a special item, a token holding magical powers best suited to the person receiving it. When the agent has it in their possession they are be able to have magical powers and use them in missions.

Of course most of us also used our powers in our personal lives which technically wasn't allowed but we all sacrificed so much that the agency turned a blind eye.

My power is Water, I am able to control water and bend it to my will, breathe in it. Kind of like Percy Jackson if you will. My power is sourced by the delicate silver starfish necklace which I never take off. I like to use my powers as much as I possibly can, exploring it, using it, learning to control it better than before.

Abby has the power to read minds, sourced by a gold watch she always wears. Abby's more reluctant to use her powers in everyday life. I can barely convince her to read a cute guy's mind to see if he likes me or not most of the time.

I think it makes her uncomfortable to read someone's private thoughts without them knowing she is eavesdropping. Hence she only uses her powers during missions or when I am able to beg her into it.

We had been trained pretty much since we could walk, and we became agents when we were 12, senior agents just last year when we were 16.

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I hummed absentmindedly as I made bacon and eggs for breakfast, popping two slices of toast into the toaster.

"Morning, Mum." I smiled as I turned to greet her before even seeing her. Mum frowned, a little confused.

"Come on, the sound of your slippers plus the smell of coffee. Dad hates coffee so it had to be you." I answered her question. Mum raised an eyebrow.

"Okay okay miss smarty pants. Just because you're a senior agent now and I'm not even a normal agent anymore doesn't mean ..." mum trailed off. I grinned.

"Doesn't mean what mum?" I asked, teasing her.

"Doesn't mean I still can't do this."

Before I could react, Mum spun around and landed a punch on my stomach. Not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to surprise me.

"Ha." I lifted the hem of my shirt revealing my toned stomach. "You forget that that doesn't hurt any more."

Well, it kinda did. A little. Enough to make me wince inside. But obviously I wasn't about to tell her that.

Suddenly I felt myself being lifted up off the floor, and I let myself panic for a split second before the familiar scent of lemon let me know that it was my dad picking me up.

Out of reflex, I tried to flip him, but he was expecting it and stood firmly. Hey, if it hadn't been my dad who had grabbed me I would have been able to flip him, no problem, doesn't matter if he was expecting it or not. Of course. I just didn't feel like hurting my father so early in the morning, especially not at the table.