Hope
As the cold air whipped across my face, I shivered and tightened my coat.
Being a spy had always been part of my life; my dream. But standing in the middle of a park, looking at the Christmas lights and the kids throwing snowballs at each other, I couldn't help but be paranoid.
And jealous. They don't worry about being kidnapped; no they worry about what Santa got them for Christmas.
Everyone around me was smiling and laughing. Their shoulders were relaxed and I don't think anyone was really thinking about tomorrow; they were too busy living their lives today. In one word, everyone in London was… happy. Everyone, but me.
Although, it's our job (or our future job) to be something we're not, I couldn't become someone else. For once, my mind was completely set on being Cammie Morgan. That should scare me. To tell you the truth, it would have. Before.
But after being attacked for a reason you don't know, then having people you trust lie to you, you just feel weary.
It was then I heard a very British "Cam!" and turned to see a coffee colored girl come toward me. And for the first time since we got here I smiled. Really, truly, smiled. It was then I knew everything was going to be alright. As long as my friends, my sisters, were with me, I would be okay. I would live. And right then, at that moment, I knew we were going to find a way to win.
"So…." Bex let her arm rest on my shoulders as we walked home. "How do you like London?"
I looked around for a moment. "It's perfect." And at that moment, it was.
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How was it? Criticism is appreciated. So are reviews and reading my VERY short one-shot.