A.G.E.N.T.

A.G.E.N.T.

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Last published Wed, Nov 21, 2018

agent alexandra america arthur clarice

"I will send my fists flying towards your sorry excuse of a face, Drace!" He growled. "I would love to see you do that," I shot him a wry smile, gesturing to his bound wrists. "I hate you." he spat. I smirked. "Glad the feeling's mutual." ************************************************************************************* When you're living in a world full of secret codes, missions, and angry assassins after you with machine guns, not completing and submitting that one piece of math assignment on time is the least of your worries. Instead, you should be worrying about not stopping that ticking time bomb before it goes off. Stuff like that. But when you're sent to a middle school for the job, you now have grades and the great social ladder to worry about too. Throw in a couple of friends, a few queen bees and that one guy sitting at the back of your class and you get the equivalent of my life. The catch? Keep your entire life a secret. Now how hard can that be? Definitely not what I was expecting... My name is Alexandra Drace. Welcome to my life as a teenage secret agent.

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