Hey! I'm a Spy

Chapter two : home

What's the first thing you think about when you get home? To some people their beds,others television (but I'm not judging ) to me it was just being where I finally belonged.

As an agent I didn't really have a life apart from my missions and research I was supposed to be nobody to make me easily disposable, I'm not allowed to own an identity I'm just agent 4170 of the united states district,but at home I was me not just a pawn I was allowed to dream thinking I could maybe meet a young man and maybe even — .

No, I was an agent even if it would be nice to feel companionship from a person and not just the worn pages of the romance novels I sneak home from every mission.

I rounded up my thoughts as I walked out of my Toyota  Camry ( other agents had more flashy cars but I wanted this one it felt like home).

I opened my door inhaling the sweet flowery smell of jasmine my abode had it was my signature scent something that I know no matter the mission I didn't have to change.

"Home" "sweet" " home", I exhaled like it was the first breath I had taken seen I had been sent for on my latest mission in LA.
I shivered in disgust remembering the sick smile of the scum we caught. He was an asshole (big time), insisting another officer escort him to the station just because of the black colour of my skin. The nerve of the guy, well i was used to his kind,    entitled,rich and spoilt by his family.

Realizing I was over heating I went over and boiled some water for tea,I am addicted but the good kind I guess.

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After a shower and two gigantic cups of tea I had finally relaxed and locked up the memories of my last mission prepping myself for the next.

"I'm guessing either working with the DEA or going undercover in one of the southern countries" I shrugged not knowing what was coming.

Deciding to add my new novels to my growing collection of authors like Danielle steel,Nora Roberts,Anna Todd and the others. This time I added the Donovan series by Nora Roberts to my book collection the love little room already looking like a library and with a pleased smile I left the room.

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The next day passed in this manner woke up worked out,tried a new recipe and read my novels.

On Thursday at five thirty am on the dot I woke up,worked out a bit and had a shower getting ready I looked at my self in the mirror pulling my hair into a high ponytail I noticed the few freckles that weren't there before.

"Aaaahhh" I grunted hating the way they made me look like a fifteen year old when I was a twenty year old. Now my colleagues had a bigger excuse to bully me.

I dismissed the thoughts pulling on my black jeans and a grey top turtle neck not forgetting to put on some makeup,to cover up the freckles and with a leather jacket to go with the turtle neck since it was a little chilly,zipped it up wearing a pair of chic heels.
Looking up I noticed it was time to get back to the office after my break. I left but not before admiring my home cause i knew when i was back it would be to prepare for the new mission. So, with loving eyes i took in my personal space with its fluffy pillows and loveseats to the quotes and words I lived by, acknowledging that I'll always be me no matter the mission and exited quietly.

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"Agent 4170" Someone called out turning to see it was Ted the receptionist.

"Oh. Hi,I was just about to head to my office" I told him forgetting I need to alert him before going in since I hadn't been at the agency for a while.

"No that's not why I called you" he spoke out still catching his breath from trying to catch up with me.

"Captain Kane will like to see you at once" he said flashing me a smile before walking ahead to escort me to captain Kane's office.

"Its now or never" I said before following suit.

Okay so what did u think I was a little discouraged but decided to write this book any ways so I'll love to see what you think in the comments.

Please vote and comment to put a smile on my face ;-).

P.s what do u think young adult or chicklit.