A/N - Heyy! This is OFFICIALLY my second fan-fic EVER (even though I'm not even close to finished with my first one :[ ). I came up with this little tidbit (teehee - I said tidbit) because I wasn't much motivated to write for my other fic. Do you know why? Well, it's because it hardly had enough reviews to fuel my creativity and motivation *tears up*. So why don't you go check it out? It's called Starlight - title is cheesy, I know, but seriously, I couldn't find a better title. *scoffs - embarassed*

I was inspired (more like bored :p) by school. "Who knew school would ever come in handy?" Definitely not me. I wish the teachers were a tad bit - does everything I say include things that sound like 'tidbit'? - nicer. As in, don't give us any tests or homework because y'all are draining our limited stock of creativity you evil little creatures! Aye, I don't actually mean they're evil but just nastily mean. But evil little creatures (argh - I keep typing creaures :p) remind me of skunks. Little fearky wierdos: they're like the opposite of equally scary chipmunks! Except that they're striped. And black and white. A little monotone, don't cha think? But they creeped me out. DEFINITELY. They stink and are creepy, but if the military were smarter, they'd take my idea to somehow use the skunks skanky gas as some sort of ammunition *snickers evilly*. Yes, I'm a tad bit (there we go ... AGAIN!) sadistic.

Anywhoo, (who says anywhoo nowsadays? Great ... I'm turning into a granny) my teacher (she isn't so mean but my art teacher is) assigned us a little assignment and handed us some books ... let's skip the boring parts :p ... blah blah blah ... and I skimmed it and got engrossed inside a chapter about _________. Teehee ^_^. The only way you can find out the blank is if you read the whole chappy (which I hope you intend of doing anyway ... ).

Special thanks to Lily Swan and Spartans2300 for giving me my only *sniff sniff* reviews for Starlight! May the evil little skunks stay out of your way! :)

So ... this takes place in New Moon - the saddest of the Saga. :(. It starts after Alice has stolen the Porsche and is on the pwetty Tuscan roads to help Bella save Mr. Edward Cullen *sighs dreamily* from exposing himself - is it just me, or did that sound wrong somehow? Don't worry Jake - I'm Team Switzerland. What will take place in the airport? Read (then review please!) and you'll (eventually) find out!

Sorry for babbling ... :(


I sprinted outside with my luggage in one hand and car remote in the other. Furiously, I kept clicking the button to find the damn car but I heard nor saw a response. My eyes scanned the parking lot. No sign of yellow anywhere.

"Oh shit," I mumbled under my breath. Mr. Montgomery will be furious once he found out that the very expensive car he'd lent to his daughter had been stolen by an unknown thief, or thieves, in another country across the ocean.

Even faster than before, my legs ran around the vast grey lot, all the while clicking the remote. Nothing. Absolutely no response! I made my way back to the glass doors of the Tuscan airport, hoping to see the vehicle somehow reappear out of thin air. Crowds were bustling around me, milling out of the airport catching taxis and family members.

I was sweating buckets inside my black turtleneck against the heat of the sun. Why had I chosen to wear this attire? It was utterly foolish to come to a hot location wearing black or turtlenecks, or worse, both. I made a mental note to dress appropriately according to the weather.

But as I looked toward the hectic parking site and honking taxis, I remembered my true reason for being here in the first place.

Frustration bubbled inside of me. "Damn!' I hadn't known I made the un-ladylike outburst loud enough to catch the crowd's attention. But yes, it did.

I knew I had a wide capability of swearing. Yes, it was inappropriate to swear in public; I knew that – but it was a bad habit. Blame it on the boys I used to train with.

I averted my violet gaze from all the accusing stares and grumbled a hasty apology as I rounded a corner to a dark, deserted part of the airport. When I was sure nobody could see me, I unlocked my black leather suitcase and rummaged around the interior, not stopping until I grabbed the object I was searching for.

My hand came out of the suitcase with a small silver device in the palm of it. Aha, being a spy-in-training definitely had its perks. Especially when you're the daughter of the chief, leader of the master spies, in which I was one step away from.

My dad started training me as soon as I was able to crawl, but my mom didn't one-hundred-percent agree with the idea but she eventually gave in. She was the more peaceful kind, one that didn't want to do with anything involving violence. And of course, she was the tree-hugger, hippy type – and I loved that about her. One that wishes for world peace and an end to world hunger instead of power and money. Then why has she married my dad, Mr. Montgomery? I was still baffled at the fact.

My father, on the other hand, was a man of great power. He technically controlled all the violence that occurred in all of North America with all the power he had. The decisions he made affected everyone, and the secrets he kept were a big burden to bear. Yet he was strong. And very strict. Mr. Montgomery – yes, even as his daughter I had to call him by his business name – attended many important meetings, which was one reason why I was here in the first place. He'd wanted me to become a master spy someday so it'd be easier to control the spy cells all the while keeping some contact with me. Little did he know that when I grew up, I would truly want to be a master spy.

Being a spy to me was thrilling, almost a fairytale, a reachable goal and a realistic dream. While little girls were dreaming of becoming princesses or superstars, I was in spy training, always one step closer to my fantasy. The prospect of being able to hold secrets that were amazing, or awful, was exciting, especially the part with keeping secret identities.

But if I couldn't find that Porsche Turbo, then all my dreams of becoming a master spy would disintegrate.

Luckily, the small silver device was a tracker, connected to a global satellite, with a signal so clear and perfect that secret agencies use for important missions. And man, this mission was important.

Anxiously, I turned on the device and waited a couple seconds for it to get a reading on where Mr. Montgomery's car was. The location got me totally flabbergasted. It was heading right towards my planned location. Volterra. And it was going well over the speed limit. Which meant that there was no humanly way possible to catch the car.

But I wasn't fully human. Not anymore.

And now I've made up my mind.

I thought of the place the car should be by now and the bright blue light came.

Then came the pain.


A/N - Yes, so I left it as a cliffhanger. If you wanna find out what happens to this little mini-Montgomery here, then you WILL review! I command you! :)

Okayy ... it's your own choice here then. Review or not review. But I won't update with the next chapter until I have at least 5 reviews. PLEASE? It's not a lot. Just takes a couple minutes (or less) to type what you think about this little snippet of my imagination going wild. If you type that you love it, that will make me extremely ecstatic! However, if you write something not so uplifting, then I accept that. I can deal *sobs*...

But it would be better if I had more postive reviews. If I had more of those, then I think I would update sooner than later. SAME WITH MY FANFIC Starlight!!! I hadn't had much success with reviews over there, so hop (yipee - hopping these days has never been so much fun! xD) over and send me a review! It would make the writing process a WHOLE lot easier.

As you can see (obviously you have to see to read this chapter ... hmmm ... unless someone is reading it to you ... :p), the chapter I was engrossed in school was about spies and spy faculties and thingies. Bleh ... I'm slowly losing my motivation here! REVIEWING IS THE CURE!

Oh, and I'm, er, sorry to include some mild language in their, but as she said (hehe - I need to come up with a name for her still!), she's been with "the boys" a lot, so she's bound to pick up some bad habits from them.

I haven't babbled much on the first 3 chapters of Starlight so be THANKFUL (unless you like my time-consuming, boring and utterly useless speeches)! PLEASE REVIEW both here AND my first fanfic! Or else ... I WILL NOT, I repeat, WILL NOT UPDATE AS SOON AS I WOULD LIKE TO! :(

Seriously, do you WANT me to continue this spontaneous idea my imagination has conjured up for me? Or do you want me to STOP completely? Hope it's not the latter....*gasps then has an unexpected nervous breakdown*

REVIEW!!!

Ronnie - who is randomly viewing videos on the infamous YouTube and is scowling at Justin Bieber pictures. And now is apologizing to those Bieber fans who were reading this tidbit. Ronnie is not a big fan of the Bieber and now is scowling at her frequent use of words that sound like 'tidbit'. :)