So since my first two stories were a complete fail, I decided to make another one. Tadaa! The white folder was laid in front of me, taunting me. Bold letters spelled Agent 0015 across the front. My identity. A nasty crackling noise came through the rusty speaker in the corner of the room, causing me to wince, but never to loose my straight stature. "Agent oh-oh-one-five, you may now read the details." a deep voice boomed from the speaker. I took a deep breath and reached from the folder, my hands shaking. I flipped the file open, and the words Mission: Poker stood out. I shut my eyes for a second before skimming through the next few pages, processing every piece of information I could gather. I was nearing the last paragraph when a loud beep echoed throughout the dark, grey room. The speaker buzzed to life again, and the voice came back, "You're time is up. Are you ready?" I gave the slightest of nods, sure that they could notice it, whoever they was. At once, the metal door opened with a hiss and I knew it was the signal. I was going back to school. Continue?
Thanks! That rotten bell is seriously starting to get on my nerves. People actually listen to that annoying high-pitched sound for about ten times a day? How do they survive? I frustratingly bit my lip as it rang again. People pushed past me, which didn't make me any more happy. I entered a classroom, still unsure if it was the right one. The number on my guide and the number on top of of the door matched, so I guess it's the same, right? I peeped into the classroom. Everyone had filled the seats and they all turned towards me as I opened the door. "Yes?" the teacher in front said, halting her discussion and turned to me. "Uh.." I glanced at the paper I had tucked in between my binder, "I'm Lia, and I'm, um, new." I recited for the seventh time that day. The teacher nodded, "Sure. Take a seat." I darted my eyes around the room. Only one seat was available. It was to the side, around the middle, beside a boy who was deeply concentrated on something in his notebook. I scooted towards the seat and laid my binder on the armchair, taking out a long notebook and proceeding to write what the teacher was discussing in front. "Psst." I glanced up. In front of me, a blond twosted around to talk to me. "I'm Kylee. You're Lia, right?" she whispered. I nodded. "Cool." she turned back to the teacher. I didn't know what to make of the social interaction. I was never really that friendly. The door flung open again and everyone's head whipped to it. "Mr. Stevens." I heard the teacher say. I glanced at the door, a boy stood there, smirking. I knew this boy.
I think that you'd fall #3 in my fav. Artists on Ata games. Don't be upset. I have a complicated relationship with one that puts her up top, and then your competing with katiethegreat96. She's just a great friend. So really, if I was unbiased you'd be a tie for #1
Awwww, thanks! Oh, yeah, I know Katie, she's like part of my too 5. She's a really good author. I'm on PiMD too. Are you?
Lol, once I remember you. You and a couple of other people were fanfic legends to me and I have no idea why
This is for joey_A, my only reader! My mind immediately processed his face, name, info, everything. Tanner Steven. 17. Junior. "How nice of you to join us." the teacher said, sarcastically. Tanner smirked and nodded at her, making his way to his seat, which was, surprisingly, the one behind me. I felt my body stiffen as he sat down. "Hey Tanner!" a bunch of preppy females said to him, all batting their eyelashes. I turned to face him. He nodded at them, and catching me watching, he gave me a wink. I rolled my eyes and turned back. My mission begins. I walked 'home'. 'Home' because I'm not sure if that is what people from my organization call it. I enter the big factory, and walk toward the number 0015 elevator. I pressed the button, and the silent chugging of the lift filled my ears. The door opened again and a gust of wind hit my back. A girl, about 14, approached elevator 1016. She glanced at me, and gave me a nod. She had piercing black eyes and fiery red hair. I gave her a nod back. ping! . My elevator had arrived. I stepped in, and watched the doors close. I inserted my personalized key into the slot. Taking the key out, I twisted a code into the dial beside the slot and instantly the elevator started ascending. I reached my floor and the door opened. I stepped into my apartment, laying my binder on the oak table. Beside my table, a small disk was laid there, I understood immediately. Grabbing the CD, I took it to the TV that was set up in the living room and inserted it there. Sitting back on the leather sofa, the disk started playing. "Hello Agent oh-oh-one-five. If you are reading this, then you have returned from Toney Creak high school and therefore survived your first day. Congratulations." a professional-sounding voice said, though the screen was still black. "You do understand your mission, and I have to give you another piece of information." he continued, "There is another agent in your midst. But don't you worry. He is trained and can help you in Mission: Poker. He shall serve as your partner." A picture was blown up on the screen. It showed a dark-haired boy, with hazel eyes. My finger instinctively pressed on the paused button. I studied his face. Every freckle, every flaw. This was all way too familiar. I knew him. He was my seatmate.
On the first page, you said he was a he, then a she, then a he. Make up your mind! Next you said there was one seat left. How did the guy get a seat then? Otherwise good story.
Sorry. But, who are you talking about for the 'he' and 'she'? And, yeah, I noticed the glitch about the seating right after I posted it. Thanks for the feedback. I'll be more careful next time.
"Agent 1556?" I said, approaching my so-called 'normal' seatmate. I had caught him. I saw his ears perk up, and his back straighten. He turned to face me, a stern look on his face. I saw all the color drain from his face when he recognized me. I smirked, "Gotcha." The corners of his mouth rose a little and he held out his hand, "Andrew, or, as you know, Agent 1556." I shook his hand, "You probably know who I am, Agent 0015." He nodded, and I sat down on my seat. Class hadn't started yet, and people were mingling around the classroom. "How come I don't see you around The Home?" The Home was what I called my apartment building. He glanced at me and flipped the hair out of his eyes, "My parents know about the Institute..so I live with them across The Home." he explained. I bit my lip. His parents knew about the Institute? I felt a pang of jealousy. FLASHBACK "Why them?!" I screamed at the police officer, smashing my fosts against the cold metal table. The officer, who intruduced himself as Mr. Gregrory, pushed his chair back a bit, "Miss, I understand your pain but-" "NO!" I stood up in frustration, gripping the sides of the table, "You don't know my pain." I hissed. Mr. Gregory held his hands up, "Miss, please sit down calmly, and we can work this out-" He was interrupted by the opening of the door. A tall buff man was entering, wearing a suit, with another police officer. "We're done here, Greg." the police officer had said. Mr. Gregory had blew a slight of relief , probably glad to distance himself from me. He hurriedly scampered out of the room, and my tear-filled eyes followed him out. The police officer that had just came in followed him out. Once the door had closed, my eyes moved to the business-suit man suspiciously. I saw something flash in his eyes and then, without any warning, the man lurched at me, striking at my arm, but I was faster, for I had had martial arts training. Seizing his outstreched arm, I grabbed it tightly and twisted it behind his back. "What the hell?" I asked. I saw the guy smile, and he relaxed his posture. I did the same, releasing my grip. The man straightened his tie, "Welcome to the Institute." END OF FLASHBACK