Spies are Made to Lie

Spies are Made to Lie

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Spies are definetly not meant to tell the truth.They do whatever they can to complete their mission.HILM is no exception.We're the best teen spies out there.
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My name is Gemma Gilbert, or as many like to call me, GG. Don't get me wrong, I love my name, but the only reason I'll end up hearing my full name, is because I'm in deep trouble. Like always, I cause trouble, and my parents decided to send me to a 'behavioral boot camp' in Michigan State. Everything was turning upside down for me when they did, but everything went worse after I received some terrible news. My parents had passed away. I thought instantly about my brother, and sister, I thought the worst. I was relieved to find out they were alright, but brought down when the camp did not let me leave until my year was completed. So I did, I waited, and waited, and when the year came 'round, I was ecstatic to finally be with Aunt JenJen, Jeremy, and Elena. I just wanted to be with them so badly, but I couldn't, no, someone had paid for an extra year, and they wouldn't allow me to call home. After five months of being there, I came up with a plan to escape, but with no money, or any funds, I had to stay the year. Fortunately for me, nobody paid for a third year, and I was free. In the year I was there, I was able to get a job within the camp, and got paid 5$ an hour, and I accumulated enough for a transport back home. Mystic Falls. Oh how I missed the sweet smell of flowers in spring, and chipper wood in the winter. When I got back I thought I'd be greeted by my family hugging me, and telling me how sorry they felt, or how much mom missed me, and loved all of us, but instead I was met by an unwelcoming sister, and unwelcoming setting. Just when I thought nothing else could go wrong, my whole world seemed to just take a dump on me, and make it worse... _________________ New story because sadly UB is near its ending. :( but, on the good side, I'll keep this one to its plot, and not drift off. :) So enjoy. I'll update the prologue and 1st chapter following this one. (All rights to Julie Plec, and staff.)

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