funny how people think they know you, got you all figured
truth is they couldn't be more wrong.
My name is
Angelina but everyone calls me Angel.
student in Sky-high high school and your typical teenager.
that's what people think.
actually in this agency called CCI which stands for Criminal
Well I was
until the tables turned and instead of being the person
undercover the top of all tops, I was the one on the low.
they were chasing after …
started around 2 months ago during my winter break.
assigned an assignment to capture this top-wanted teenager
criminal. He like me was unknown for his reputation in the secret
undercover shit. So also like me went to school acting like a
normal teenager, you would be thinking well then why not go to
the school arrest him and get it over with?
that easy, our agency wasn't exactly working with the police and
until we have evidence that he does what he does we can not touch
one little hair on his skin ; so that's where I come in. I have
to transform schools and get close to him and get the truth out
May not be
the nicest thing but nice doesn't always work.
rewind to a little bit before all that.
felt myself being slammed forward. "What the fuck?" I screamed. I
glanced behind me and Jake my old trainer was slowly standing
Miss that was a total accident" he told me with a smirk.
my ass, you trained me for goodness sake I'm pretty sure you got
the ability to balance and avoid hitting me".
and nodded "well I must have not trained you well enough, cause
if it wasn't me you would be flat dead on the floor, you have to
be alert at all times Angel". "Well I didn't know that I had to
be alert when walking to my bus stop 5 minutes away from my
house" I said rubbing where he hit me. That much impact doesn't
really affect me much considering I've been in worse damage and
against tougher situations.
you here anyway, missed me already?" I asked starting to walk
again. "Well I - He started to say. "Just cut to the shit already
Jake, I know you wouldn't just come see me for no reason" I
me too well" he added. I laughed and looked at him again waiting
to hear what the issue was this time. I reached the bus stop, and
glanced back at Jake "I have to get to school, so whatever you
need to tell me, spit it out already". He started to talk and
then saw a couple students arriving at the bus station "we can't
talk now, umm - I cut him off once again, "how about after school
at the park?" I asked.
about for a second it then said "There is no time for that" he
glanced at the students then he inched closer to me so no one
except me and him could hear him and whispered "Come into my car
I'll drive you to the station and we'll discuss it there". I
raised my eyebrow it was never this serious but I nodded. I took
a quick look behind me and then started walking with him. It took
us about 10 minutes to get to his car, he opened the side door
for me and I thanked him and walked in.
my seatbelt, and waited till he got in and did the same.
the engine and started talking about random shit trying to keep
me off the topic.
minutes we reached an old garbage dump, I smiled missing the
place and climbed out of the car not waiting for him to open
beside me and we went straight to the big dump, going behind it
and walking about 10 more minutes until we reached a broken down
shed. He clicked a button and a hand scanner popped up.
He put his
hand and it opened he walked into the elevator waiting for me to
do the same, I put my hand grinning because I've always loved
this certain part of coming to the station. It approved and let
me in, I walked in and the doors closed and down we went.
impatiently and finally we reached the fifth floor.
in with Jake and everyone stopped and nodded to him, I forgot how
important he was to the lower status workers.
me into a room with sound proof walls; he called for the Stanley
the boss of CCI. He walked in all serious looking, I never knew
how he could keep a serious look at all times, but he was a
sit down" he said making it seem more like an order then a nice
polite person. He leaned both his hands down onto the table like
those FBI cops in movies. "Angelina" he said, making me flinch; I
never liked my name. "Yes?" I answered back.
slowly lowered behind him and he walked to it.
of gangsterish boy who looked around my age with short hair and
dark black eyes, he was good looking but would pass off as a bad