Chapter 3 - Kasey's POV

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Woke up. Got ready. I'm awesome at writing, I know. Then I remembered it was FIRST DAY OF FBI ACADEMY  TODAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

I can't wait for all the instructors to see how awesome I am. They will be utterly dumbfounded!! (Fancy vocab :P) So I'm going to end up with a hot-looking FBI uniform,and a couple of chicks hanging off each arm. Plus I'm going to be tooooaaaatally fit so I can go to the gym and be one of those guys they pay to work out there to advertise the gym. (Well, they must have them. Or people who get plastic surge to get muscles like that.)

Put on the black t shirt I bought yesterday to look serious and cool, ripped black jeans to look serious and cool, and gelled my hair to look serious and cool. wAIT. Shoes. Black Trainers to look serious and cool. YAY.

"Sweetie pie, come downstairs. The cab is arriving today!"

"Motherrrrrrrr seriously? What time is it?"

"Showtime! You can go kick ass at that FBI thingie and SHOW them all it's TIME that the Graussies get some FREEEEDOOOOMMM!"

Oh, yeah. My mum is part of the 'Graussies' group, a party that exists in government (like, IKR she's a MEMBER OF PARLIAMENT!!) to promote how great Aussies are. We don't get enough press, though, and there are some completely off rumors that we are only in parliament because we have money.

"Mother, you can never take freedom away."

"HAHA just testing you. I wrote the last 51 of the rules of Graussie, so of course I wouldn't forget."

"Can I just have breakfast?"

"If that's what cool people do, yeah."

Story of my life.

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