My Double Life

My Double Life

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Things aren't always as they appear. My name's Kaya Kingsley and on the outside I'm your typical bookworm with good grades and the bad wardrobe to go with it. I'm the girl who had to leave her last school because of too many sick days. So I guess you could say I'm an always sick nerd. The thing most people don't know about me is that I'm an 18 year old spy working for MI6 and the CIA. I miss school so I can go on missions and catch criminals. I'm not sick, I'm just avoiding being shot. After getting kicked out of my school I decided to leave the UK and make a move to New York in America. A fresh start with a new agency. All I had to do was blend in and not draw any attention at my new school. Things don't go as planned and now I have to decided if love is more important that the job that I've been doing since I was 14. The job I love and never before doubted I would be doing for the rest of my life.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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