Masked Imperfection

I remember many vivid memories from my childhood. Memories that have left me scars and forced me to beat scars on others. I remember this one time where I beat my hamster, Mango, to a pulp with a garlic bread.
His grave reeks of garlic and onion.
The best memory of them all is the time where my "loving father", decided to add me to his growing group of spies club.
Would someone give this man an award for being the best father ever!?
Ever since that horrid day, the day I got forced and thrown to fight with strangers that feared nothing, my life has become a living hell. I am a spy machine that works by training every single moment of the day.
Oh, and remember my "loving father"? Yeah, let me introduce you; my father is one of the top agents in one of the biggest agencies in America. He does not sleep, nor does he let me sleep when he has a mission.
My life? Uh, I hate it. I have been home schooled my whole life and my two only friends are my bodyguards outside the door.
Sad? Yeah.
Cool? No.
See, being a spy isn't so much like the movies where the actors stay alive after they finish filming.
In the real world, any mistake a spy does will cost him his life and there will be nothing left of you. Even your ashes will be burnt again and again with you.
Welcome to my world.
My crazy spy father and forced spy daughter life.