Me Myself & I

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My name is Jessica Merryweather. At school I am pretty much a nobody, a nothing. Nobody really knows me, let alone cares. Even though it seems to suit me well, and makes doing my job slightly easier, I hate it. You see even though I'm only 17 , I do work that would make an adult cry.

Behind the facade of baggy clothes and meek attitude is a very complex person, so it only seems fitting to throw you into the deep end.

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Jessica was scratching through her locker trying to find her textbook for Bio. Yup. It is strange how this always seemed to happen to her. Sometimes it felt like she was the only one who didn't have her life together. But working till 1:00 AM last night didn't help much on that particular subject, not to mention the fact that she was nearly passing out during lessons.

A voice sneered from behind her, "Aww shame has poor little 'Anorexia Jessica' lost something?" Jessica's hand at last closed around the right book.

She turned around staring at her, "If you don't mind I'm trying to get to class"and not punch you squarely in your over powdered , dainty little nose "So if you don't mind, could you please get the hell out of my way."

Stuffing her Bio book in my bag and slinging it over her shoulder, Jess walked away fuming. She would admit she was thin, but not for the reasons that you would think. It was not because she starved herself, or vomited up her food after every meal, or even because of one of those weird and wonderful diets. The truth was it was because from the age of seven Jessica was trained in combat (of many kinds) causing her to look toned and slim. You see here's the thing. She may only be 17 and a 'girl' but she worked for the N. S. I. F { National Special Intelligence Forces}. Yeah. That is her real job. Not many people knew this of course. But that was the thing about being a Secret Agent. It kinda had to be secret. So no, Jess didn't get extra street cred. If that is what you are wondering, although if you messed with the bull you got the horns.

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