Agent Marci Banks

chapter 4 : Faze two

Hey my kitties! Im going over what i have written to try and fix my , for lack of a better word, suckish writing. Im taking this seriously and now that my laptop is no longer broken (thank you store) i can get to making this story. I have an idea on how i can get it up and going at just the right speed. Hope you enjoy! (cross my fingers)

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Warm water hit the back of my neck as the stiffness of my shoulders eased up a bit. I let out a breath releasing the heavy feeling in my chest and ran my hand through my wet hair. I turned off the water and wrapped a fluffy purple towel around my body, stepping out of the shower. Shaking my head, i walked into my room where minutes ago, my nightmares filled my mind. I can't shake that chilled feeling in my bones that the sound of the gun sends through me. And the worst part is that its the same dream over and over again.

Putting on some underwear, I put on some ripped jeans and a nerd sweater over a my white tank top. Satisfied, i sat down on my desk chair and ruffled my hair. Leaving it to air dry, I slipped on my glasses and turned on my red laptop, enjoying the quiet dorm room.

My dad had bought it for me on my 14th birthday saying how i was old enough to have my own space and things. I miss them; my family (which includes the staff too).

I shook my head getting back to the task at hand. "Okay lets see here." i muttered to myself as i scrolled down the things i had to do today. They were just little things like set up cameras and microphones. Not to mention learn the landscape of the building. Plus make sure the blueprints of the school were accurate.

Closing my laptop, i stood up stretching my back and walking to the front of my dorm where i had put my combat boots. On my way out the door, i snatched my messenger bag that had the needed equipment for this task.

It was nice outside. the sun was out, there was a light calm breeze that was perfect for the mildly hot air. There was a slight smile on my face as Underground by Avril Lavigne played from my headphones.

I had already set up quite a few cameras and microphones around the place, inside and out. Now i'm learning the landscape. The music, even though loved, was just a cover so no one would bother or question me. Im not here to make any friends. I need to choose who i need to get close to.

Blake Blueshilvitch......

football jock and popular (obviously). So the answer was simple.

Stopping in my tracks, i let out a heavy sigh as it dawned on me what i had to become.

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A cheerleader.

With a shudder and a shake of my head, i changed my course toward the cafeteria where the popular group were at that very moment.

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The cafeteria turned silent as "the new girl" walked in. The new girl being me. Looking around i could tell that this was one of those schools. The ones where everyone was separated into cliques. The druggies, the skaters, the nerds, the populars, the sports teams, the socially awkward, and the loners. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

Making my way toward the popular table, i couldnt help but feel everyone's eyes on me. I quickly grabbed a chair from a near by table and sat down crossing my ankles and my arms. Closing my eyes and listening to my music, i counted to see how long it would take them to question my presence.

A minute later, i felt a tap in my arm. If i could, i would have smirked but it would have ruined my cool, badass persona i was going for. Slowly i opened my eyes and pulled out my headphones.

"Can i help you?" I asked raising my eyebrow. A girl that could have passed for Barbie in real life gasped.

However, the person to speak was none other than Blake himself. Now i know who the leaders are. Malibu Barbie over there was the queen bee and Blake was the head jock and most likely the quarterback.

"Why are you sitting here?" he asked. I put on my best confused face. "Isn't this the table for the cheerleaders?" Barbie sneered at me me looking mad as ever. "Yeah which means you should go."

"But i'm gonna be in the cheer squad." i said matter of factly leaning back in the hard uncomfortable chair, crossing my arms. "No your not. You need to try out and i have to except you. And by the looks of it you can't cheer to save your life." she said, standing up out of her chair with her manicured hand flat on the table.

This time i smirked. I stood up becoming eye level with her. "Then prove me wrong."

I waited and counted.

....3.....2....1....

"Bring it on Nerd!" she yelled.

And that ladies and gentlemen is how we ended up in the middle of the gym and the ball rolling in my master plan. Faze two....oh so complete.