The Year of the Turk

The Year of the Turk

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Nick hates his parents. His father left him when he was three, pursuing a career in the Soviet Diplomatic Corps. His mother is nuts and quotes the bible whenever she fights with father. Nick is 10 pounds overweight and wants to bleach his face with acid to get rid of the pimple spots. When he is happy, his smile gets girls' attention, but he is not happy very often. When he is happy, it's usually on his BMX bike, far away from kids of his own age. The year is 1983 and the place is Vienna, a city wedged between the Iron Curtain in the East, and US military bases in West Germany and Italy in the west. Vienna is where Soviet and Western spies earn their spurs. The Main Intelligence Directorate (GRU) of the Red Army alone has 300 undercover operatives, among them a young lieutenant by the name of Vladimir Petin. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just a taste of the 200 pages that I have typed up and that I need to proof read. Motivate me to gradually publish it here by sending me feedback and following this story. Nothing motivates a writer more than someone reading his or her work. Like this synopsis? Tell me!
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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.

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