Shh I'm a secret agent

Chapter 1~ Veronica

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I'm not a normal teenager, you know going to high school, having friends, a boyfriend, and other things a girl's my age do. Instead, I'm homeschooled, have no friends, and no social life. It sucks!!. The only cool part about my life is that I'm a secret agent but shhh don't tell anyone. I don't wanna die yet. Let me tell you my story But first, let's start with some information and the people that made me the person I am today...

My parents are different from me they have pale skin, light brown eyes, light blonde hair, and well-built bodies. While I have tan skin, dark brown eye's, long straight dark brown hair, a bit chubby, and I wear glasse's. See what I mean. Nothing alike. I wonder if I'm adopted but even if I was my birth parents didn't want me so why should I care..My name is Veronica Miller and I'm not normal.

The kind of work do I is. Well how can I explain. I basically spy to get information. Other time's I have to kill but we don't talk about that...anyway I remember my father signing this contract that lets me do spy work while having a big smile on his face. I was sitting there wanting to go home when a tall guy named Ivan walked into the room and was telling me some information but I wasn't concentrating since Ivan was a handsome man. He had spiky black hair, black eyes, a lot of tattoos especially on both of his arms (a lot of flowers and quotes), Muscles, One ear pierced, and Tan skin. He was gorgeous.. anyway, he took me to a room filled with weapons and told me to choose, and at first, I was confused.

I looked around and saw a bow and arrow. I don't wanna brag but I have won many trophie's from archery. I chose the bow then he led me to the next room full of outfits, they were like black jumpsuits that looked tight I was scared that it might not look good on me but it fits like a glove, and to my surprise, it didn't show all the bad parts of my body.

After he took me to the training room there were a bunch of strong and scary-looking women and they all stared at me. I could feel their glares of hatred and disgust but I ignore them. After getting my schedule and instruction's I was to train with someone called bloodrose.

The name made my leg's shake apparently she's only nineteen years old and the best fighter here. Then I have target training with another lady called Nightmare she is also nineteen. I wonder why she is called that but the name made my blood run cold.

But hey what could go wrong..