It's pretty cool but very unrealistic... If you need to know anything about CIA or similar agencies if that's what you're going for then follow me.
don't follow him. he's an emo Beatle. if you want to know more about clandestine services. do your own research
Actually d bag, if you knew my affiliation with the government you'd think twice before posting that.
I don't think it's meant to be realistic and anyway who knows if it's a true story? I'm sure no one knows everything about the secret services.
*more* And moonlight if you do know stuff about the CIA ect Shh ö don't say so on a public forum or domain xD
Surprisingly, Kylee, the girl who sat in front of me, was part of Zands clique too. She was bubbly and sweet. "You are going to look so ka-yooooot!" Kylee exclaimed, falling back into her bed, with a satisfied smile on her face. I wedged a pale pink ballet flat into my foot, "Thanks for the help, Kyle." She glanced at me, "No problemoo. Tanner is the hawt-est guy ever! You are so lucky, gurl!" I resosted the urge to gag. Tanner, and hot to not go in the same sentence unless there's a NOT between them. Well, fine, maybe, he was a tad cute, but he's the enemy. Or the enemy's son. Same thing, right? I scoffed to myself while Kylee had this dreamy look in her eyes. Beep! Kylee snapped out from her trance, "Oh oh oh. That. Must. Be. Him!!" she grabbed my hand and led me to the full-length mirror, "Ta-da!!" I felt my jaw dropped. The skirt hung right above my knees, perfectly ironed. The flesh-colored tank top I borrowed from Kylee hugged my waist flatteringly, and the gray shrug-on I bought at the thrift shop across covered my bare shoulders. My hair was in fuller curls, and traces of light mascara drabbed over my eyes. "Do you like it?" she asked, worriedly. "I-I love it!" I blurted out, still in awe. "Great." she smiled, "Now, we have to get to Tanner. Go, girl, go!" she shooed me to the door, and I descended her stairs, grabbing the white clutch that was laid on a small table. I opened the door, and a gust of wind hit me, my skirt ticking my skin. Tanner smiled when he saw me, "You look stunning." he was wearing dark jeans with a gray V-neck shirt. I felt myself blush, despite the fact that I'm supposed to loath him. Loath...such a strong word...what if...those letters changed to, I don't know, perhaps,.... like? I'm sorry it's short! Longer tomorrow!
Beatle. your affiliation is you're a federally registered emo. you don't work for the CIA, NSA or any sort of clandestine services. you know jack
Actually, I'm not emo. I've never cut myself or moped around all depressed. Although you seem to favor the word, so I assume you yourself are emo. Don't worry. I won't tell.
Seems a bit like Hardy Boys with the message on the screen, or at least that's what I thought of instantly. Very good story!!!!!
"What do you wanna see?" Tanner rocked back and forth on his heels, his hands in his pockets. "Hmm. I don't know, you decide." I was actually enjoying myself. Crazy, huh? It doesn't seem like a mission anymore. For once, I actually feel.. normal. "Well, we can check out a chick flick, if you want or anything," he turned red, "Or there's this one about zombies.." I smiled to myself. Why was I actually finding this adorable? Why? In the end, we decided to watch the zombie movie. I didn't really feel that Mean Girl-ish. We ordered popcorn, we were to 'share'. We entered the movie theater and the advertisements had already begun. Shuffling in a seat in the middle, the movie started when we sat down. Now, I wasn't the type of girl who gets scared at zombie movies. Trust me, I have seen much, much worse. But like I said, I felt normal. Pre-Institute. The adrenaline of being out on an actual date was pumping through my veins. My eyes widened at a particularly gruesome scene, and I jumped when a zombie popped from behind the female's door. "Eep!" I turned away from the screen, shielding my eyes and cowering towards Tanner. He slowly yawned, streching his arms, and he laid them around me. I giggled in my head. You only read about these arm-streching tactics in books, it was impractical. The frightening scene ended, and I slowly peeked my eyes open. Tanner still had his arm around me, it was comforting in a way. I stood up, and he grabbed my arm, questioning me. "Restroom." I said, and I exited the movie house. I made my to the rest room when I bumped into someone. "I-I'm sorry...A-Andrew?!" My jaw fell open, and the boy laughed. "Don't be so surprised. 'Course I was going to follow you on this date!" he winked,"Don't want anything to happen to my partner!" something flashed through his eyes but it was gone before I could distinguish what it was. "So how's the date going?" Andrew asked. I felt a smile creep into my face, "It's actually really really fun. Tanner is really nice!" I expected him to smile, or even demand what I had found out about his dad, but I was surprised to find in his eyes a mix of anger and...and....jealousy?!