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Born To Be A Spy

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cheerleading dobrev francisco lachowski nina spy

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.All Rights Reserved

cheerleading dobrev francisco lachowski nina spy

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Make Me Perfect by OnceUponATime73

Your suicide? Oh please, daddy. That didn't change me. I'm only trying to please you, trying to be perfect. And trust me, I've achieved perfection. I ran my school. If there was a crown, I'd be wearing it. I had all the guys on top of me, all the insecure little nitwits wrapped tightly around my finger. We still have your money, so I'm rich, gorgeous, thanks to your wonderful features, my dear father, and I was popular. I was perfect beyond belief. Now you; your secret still horrifies me. Why did you take your life? Your family so dearly loved you. I will find out, just for you, and so that you will say that I'm perfect in every which way as you watch down on me. Or up at me, whatever side of your wonderful personality the Lord took. However, my father, there is this new kid. I can't seem to remember his name. He's the silent type, perfect prey for my friends and I. But he's different. In fact I have made a deal with him. He'll help me solve your mystery, daddy, on one condition; I change my ways. He's such a joke, a cute joke. Oh what must I be saying, he's absolutely insane. I don't need to change my ways, I'm perfect. If anything, I should be helping him. Oh I remember now, father. Aiden. Aiden is trying to perfect me. What a laugh, isn't it? Perfecting something that's already perfect.

House of Anubis: The Real Ones - Book 1 - COMPLETED. by wonderlandromantics

"Sarah, do you know where I'm supposed to go next?" "Go next? You're leaving me?" "Yes, but I'm somewhat of a superhero, I'm saving lives right now. Don't ask how. It's too complicated." "Cool! In my dream, after I saw the rainbow, I saw strange monsters under my bed. Are you here to fight away the monsters?" I sighed. What a cool metaphor she used for a seven year old who didn't know. "Yes. So I just need to crawl under your bed?" "I think so. But, before you go, I want you to have this." She ripped her painting off of her easel and handed me a rainbow. "To remember me." I lightly touched the rainbow. It had dried really fast. Was she using fast dry paint or something? It seemed like it. I folded the paper and put it in my back pocket. I thought of something to give her back in return. For the rainbow, and for showing me where to go. "Now, I know it's not much, but I want you to have this ribbon bracelet that I made myself. It matches the ribbon in your hair." How convenient. I had made this bracelet when I was bored in bed a couple of nights ago with Amber's extra fashion supplies. I took it off my wrist. Next to it was The Treasure Was You bracelet Fabian had gave me for Christmas. I missed him. I wondered what he was doing right now. Her little eyes seemed to glow. "It's so pretty and it matches perfectly! I love love love it! Thanks, um, what's your name?" "Nina, Nina Martin." Another rule broken. I got on the ground, ready to slip under her bed. "But, you won't remember me or my name, and I won't remember you or your name when we meet." "Why not?" "Because-" I said, my waist down under her bed now, "-I am the only one who is Real here." All rights go to Nickeloden for the characters they made. I, however, have new characters in this story, that I made up myself. ©

The Quiet Girl by stori99

I'm the girl from school nobody notices. I'm the one the mean girls always make fun of when one of the guys decide to take interest in me. I'm the honor roll student that everyone thinks has never gotten in trouble, but that's just my school life. Outside of school in a completely different person. I'm not going to say I've been a special agent since I was seven, or eight, because that's impossible. I was still in foster care, then and when I turned 13. I was finally adopted. The man who adopted me was mysterious, but said he took me for a purpose, and ever since then I've been training. I'm not going to say I'm the best, because I'm not, but I'm damn good at what I do and I'm ashamed to know the agency I entrusted my life with, would do something so horrible to me and to the people I love. It's okay when I shut their sorry ass down, they won't know what hit them.

Mission Strike Back by BrittanyMitchell671

An alarm bell rang, the main computer's voice sending chills up my spine. Hearing Masquerade Ventos over and over again sent me crashing through my former place of employment. Skidding to a stop in front of an open window, the bounty on my head would set anyone up for life. A breeze blew my shaggy layered hair up, a rich black claiming my bangs and the hair lining my face. Jet black tips tickled my cheeks, my shaking hands ripping off a rope from my cargo pants. Tying the rope around the window's handle, a lump formed in my throat at the rope bouncing done the remaining half of the building. Propelling down gingerly, my slight fear of heights was going to the death of me. Feeling around for solid ground, the heels of my boots hit the cracked pavement. Sprinting into the crowd on the street, a dozen spies descended upon me. Snatching a sweatshirt from a chair, a flick of my wrist had it floating onto me. Disappearing into the bathroom, I hopped on top of the toilet. Dozens of footfalls clicked in, the stall doors blew open. Counting them, mine would be next. Clammy sweat drenched my skin, a group of women coming in causing them to leave. Jumping off the toilet, I poked my head out. Giggling like a bunch of idiots, a polite smile disarmed them. Ditching the hoodie in the trash, confusion twisted their features as I pulled myself through the small window on the other side of the bathroom. Landing inches from my enemy's entrance, a long sigh drew from my lips. He was the only one who could help me bring down my corrupt employer, my fingers curling around the edge of the sewer lid. Jumping down while placing it back, disgusting water splashed over the top of my boots. Closing my eyes, the map of his headquarters played out in my head. Opening my eyes, his face hovered inches from mine.

Just Undercover ✔️ by 94sMixtape

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All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter (Book 1)|| COMPLETE by NoelleWestlake

"Are you sure you're okay, sweetie?" she asks. I take the ice pack back. I nod, but it hurts. My brain feels jostled by the littlest movements. "Yeah," I gasp, holding in any acknowledgment of pain. "I'm fine. Thanks." She glances down, and I catch her eyeing my bruised shins. They took the brunt of the impact. "Football," I explain. She nods. "That's a rough sport," she says. A pause. She walks back to her desk. Then, she stops. She turns around. She looks me in the eyes. Her face is solemn. "Hit 'em harder," she instructs. I nod and almost smile. "I will." *********************************************** It's 1998, and seventeen-year-old Stephanie "Stevie" Rogers is attempting the unthinkable: she wants to be the first female football player at Truman High. Too bad the team, headed by her ex and a sexist coach, won't let it happen. Then of course there's her sexist step-dad, who can't know she's playing football or her life as she knows it would end. If it weren't for her cute guitar-playing best friend, Calvin, all hope might be lost. But with his help, and the discovery of a secret so scandalous it could rock the entire school, she may finally get her time under the stadium lights. *************************************************************************** "You're outnumbered. You need allies if you're gonna survive the season. These guys are gonna have your back. You need them." "I don't need anyone," I insist. "Ha," he hiccups. "Yes, actually, you do." He ploinks me on the nose. I scowl. "No one is invincible." I continue to scowl. He sighs. "Just trust me on this one. Okay?" My face softens a little. He's just trying to help. "Fine," I comply. "But don't expect me to smile about it." He grins. "That's too bad. You're pretty when you smile." "Shut up."

Protecting R5 by CreepyStalker324

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Going Undercover With a Yikver by Anonymouswriter4u1

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Geng Shahab by AHMADSYAUGI

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Agent 001... Direction by baepsaebia

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Make Me Perfect

Your suicide? Oh please, daddy. That didn't change me. I'm only trying to please you, trying to be perfect. And trust me, I've achieved perfection. I ran my school. If there was a crown, I'd be wearing it. I had all the guys on top of me, all the insecure little nitwits wrapped tightly around my finger. We still have your money, so I'm rich, gorgeous, thanks to your wonderful features, my dear father, and I was popular. I was perfect beyond belief. Now you; your secret still horrifies me. Why did you take your life? Your family so dearly loved you. I will find out, just for you, and so that you will say that I'm perfect in every which way as you watch down on me. Or up at me, whatever side of your wonderful personality the Lord took. However, my father, there is this new kid. I can't seem to remember his name. He's the silent type, perfect prey for my friends and I. But he's different. In fact I have made a deal with him. He'll help me solve your mystery, daddy, on one condition; I change my ways. He's such a joke, a cute joke. Oh what must I be saying, he's absolutely insane. I don't need to change my ways, I'm perfect. If anything, I should be helping him. Oh I remember now, father. Aiden. Aiden is trying to perfect me. What a laugh, isn't it? Perfecting something that's already perfect.