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Ongoing, First published Apr 24, 2016
Hi! I'm Jessie Klarkson and I'm a typical 15 year old in the midst of her GCSEs. 

No im not really-well not anymore. Me and my best friend mickey are well known worldwide for protecting many different important leaders and blah blah blah. No I'm not part of the FBI or CIA- I'm part of a more unnatural company called S.I.U (special investigation unit) 

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This story is more based and all ideas and names are my own. Some places real and some are made up. Any hate and rude comments will be blocked, any plagiarism found I will report if you haven't asked for my permission.
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"Would you not do that, Cupcake?" He moaned. "Cupcake, really? We escalated to pet names?" I said annoyed. "Well you haven't confirmed your name, so yeah." He responded getting up. "Fine if it means you'll stop calling me Cupcake, my name's Marie." I told him. "Good to know Cupcake." He smirked. I just rolled my eyes and turned back towards the classroom. "Hey does it look like I was done talking to you?" "Does it look like I care?" I asked turning back to the classroom. ------------------------------------ People think I am a normal girl. That's not how I would describe it. My dad was a CIA agent, before he died when I was 10. He trained me so, I can take care of my mom and I. I thought I wouldn't have anymore issues. I wouldn't need to live in fear of someone trying to hurt us. But then when I came home from school my mom was gone. The only thing there was a letter. MY MOM WAS KIDNAPPED! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I just moved to a small rich town in Tennessee. I just wanted to finish Junior year and not have to worry about how my dads job could effect me. I never expected to run straight into the schools bad boy. Let's just say he had no idea who he was messing with.