Ok, this is my first fanfic, so don't get mad if it sucks.
I do not own any of the twilight saga characters :'( sadly I only own the plot
I'm running through the forest, one thing on my mind...gotta get home...gotta get home....gotta get home. I burst out of the forest and charged across my front lawn to the door. I was just about to unlock the door when I remembered that going through the front door wouldn't be the best idea. Dad still thought I was in my room. I doubled back and ran to the tree in front of my bedroom window. I nimbly jumped from branch to branch. I had fooled my Edward and all my friends into thinking I was clumsy. Ha! Clumsy my foot. My window was open so I jumped right through it into my room. Sadly, my foot caught on the window sill. *CRASH*
"Uhh..." I groaned, dazed. I knew that foot remark would come back to bite me.
"bella honey?" my dad yelled through the door." Are you ok?"
Oh no. He sounded concerned. "Um...Ya, I'm fine dad!" I yelled through the door. The doorknob started to turn.
"No! Dad! Don't come in!" I yelled frantically from the floor, shoving all my gear under my bed. "I'm...uhh...changing! Ya...changing!" Wow. That excuse seemed pretty pathetic to me. I waited to hear my dad's reaction. A grunt from him was all I got for my hasty excuse. I heard the thump of my dad going down the stairs and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.
I know every one's pretty confused right now. But in truth I'm an International spy. I'm the top in my division, my division meaning all of France. I'm just that good. Not that anyone knows any of this, I wouldn't tell anybody. Not even my parents. Everybody at school just thinks I'm plain old clumsy Izzy. Not that I'm really clumsy (not counting the...uhh...foot incident.) I can't be clumsy. I have almost perfect balance because I'm actually the world famous snowboarder Izzy too. I can't believe no one's figured it out, even with my haircut, highlights, and new sense of "horrible" fashion. At least my family knows I'm really Izzy. (The famous one) We moved to Forks to get away from it all * cough cough* Paparazzi *cough cough*. It doesn't seem like that great of a choice, but in my defense, it's on the outskirts of Paris. Plus, I met the love of my life, Edward.
I know, it's a lot of secrets, but a girl's got to have some secrets right?
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I walked downstairs to get something to eat because MAN, was I hungry. I walked over to the cupboard and poured myself some cereal. When I turned around, my dad was staring at me weird. "Why you staring at me?" I mumbled through a mouth full of cereal.
"Many reasons. 1. You said you were changing into pyjamas. Do those look like pyjamas?" He asked calmly. Too calmly. Scary calm. I looked down at myself. I was wearing my full black spy outfit.
"Reason #2" My dad continued angrily. "WHY IS THERE A DAGGER STRAPPED TO YOUR ANKLE!!" He roared. I looked down again. There it was, a dagger shining nicely from my ankle. Stupid dagger. Stupid, shiny dagger. I forgot to take this dagger off. Oops? This is going to take some explaining....
Oh ya... did I forget to mention I have um.. special powers?
How was that? Love it? Hate it? Review! I'll give you a cookie... (::)
I'll put another chapter if at least one person wants me to.
