Going Undercover

Mystery boy

"Now boarding first class for flight 16, flying to Monterey, California" The loudspeakers repeats. Grasping my suitcase, I make my way through the crowd, and hand my ticket to the ticket lady.

"Have a nice flight" She says, routinely. Adjusting my backpack on my shoulder, I start down jettway. I hate these things. They make me so dizzy.

Stepping onto the plane, I find my seat. Opening the overhead bin, I Toss my backpack onto my seat, before clutching the handle on my suitcase and hauling it into the overhead bin, and taking a seat.

So your probably wondering, what's going on? Well let me explain.

I am a teen spy, hired by the government to act like an everyday teenager, and make sure kids my agen't violating laws. Recently, the government gave me a new mission. In my previous mission, I was to act like a popular, and get involved with them.

After discovering the mojority of them doing drugs, I reported it, and now they're in rehab. My new mission is this. I move in with my aunt (Who thinks I've been misbehaving, which I have, and thinks that my parents sent me away to her, which is true) anyway, this time, I don't have a cover. Except I have to go by a fake name. But otherwise, this is the first time I get to be myself on a mission. A hot-tempered, troublemaker.

I know what your thinking. How could a bad girl be a government spy? Let's just say three years ago, I got in trouble with the government, nothing too serious, and they recruited me, I guess.

When I felt someone move beside me, I see a boy, around 18, sit down next to me. Oh jeez. Pulling my phone out of my back pocket, I try to distract myself by texting my best friend, and fellow secret agent, Lauren.

Uncomfortable with the guy sitting next to me, staring at me, I put my phone down, and turn to face him. "Can I help you?" I snap. Looking at the guy, I could tell he's a player. Light hair, dark brown eyes, and a toned body. Yep definitely a player.

"I think you can" He replies, resting a hand on my upper thigh. "Ya, no" I say fimly, taking his hand off my leg.

"Aw come on. You know you want me" He says with a wink.

"I want a lot of things, but you aren't one of them" I quip, buckling my seatbealt.

"Playing hard to get huh, babe?" He asks, his fingers trailing up my leg.

"Keep touching me, and you'll lose a limb" I say coolly, pulling my headphones out of my bag. And that's when his hand went too far up for my liking. Without debate, my fist shoots up, and punches him square in the jaw.

"Whoops" I say sarcastically, watching him cradle his jaw. His eyes narrow, and he attempts to swing a punch at me, but I dodge the punch, and he ends up hitting the wall.

"You little-" He starts. "Sir I'm afraid I will have to escort you off the plane" A flight attendent says to the guy next to me.

"Why?" the guy asks rudely. "Because violence is not allowed on the plane" She informs. The guy points at me and begins to tell at the flight attendant that I started it.

The flight attendant looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "He tried to rape me" I say bluntly, pointing back at him. The flight attendant's jaw dropped.

"You're coming with me mister" She huffs, before grabbing his ear, and dragging him off the plane. Laughing to myself, I prepare myself for the long flight ahead.

*******

"Kylie! over here chica!" Looking around, I finally notice my aunt, jumping up and down, waving her arms.

I laugh at her, and make my way towards her, towing my suitcase behind me. "Hey Aunt Ashlyn!" I say, as she pulls me into a tight hug.

"Oh don't call me aunt, it makes me feel old" She demands, with a laugh. Ashlyn was only 24, and is probably the most spunky, energetic person I know.