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Born To Be A Spy
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Ongoing, First published Aug 26, 2013
Prologue:  

Who rocks the house  
I said the Central Spring rock the house  
and when the Central Spring rock the house  
They rock it all the way down!  

As we shouted and sing song our chant, we began to form our routine formation, while smiling at the crowds. 

I started dancing, following the beat of the music, I jump, my legs outwards to my arm straddled and straight while my hands are in perfect “T” form to my sides.  


We dance, we cheer, we show our spirit, we tumble and we build stunts.




And yes, you guess that right, I’m just a cheerleader, but not a normal one. 


I’m a secret agent from the government agency’s well-known group called T.H.U.N.D.E.R.   I’m not born to be part of a cheerleading group, but I’m born to be a spy.
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