chapter 1

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Chaos, destruction, and mayhem. These words describe the scene Webby saw in front of her. She saw two older figures and a baby. One of the figures she recognized. It was her grandma, Mrs. Beakley, also known as Agent 22. As the figures emerged from the fog she got a closer look at them. The other figure was a woman who looked like she was in her early thirties.

"Take Webby," she yelled.

Then she handed the baby a pink bow. "I love you web-AHHHHHH!" Strong arms took the woman as she screamed.

Mrs. Beakley ran sheltering Webby in her strong arms.

"Oh Webby..." said Mrs Beakley, talking to the baby, "What am I to do?"

"Your father was lost at sea five days after you were born and now my daughter is somewhere I can't find her." She continued, " I hope we can find a better life." Mrs. Beakley turned around and faced a mansion with a big sign in front of it that said "Help wanted."










This is not the end of my story hang tight. 

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