A/N: OK GUYS, THERE'S ONE VERY IMPORTANT THING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS. Well, maybe more than one.

first I did NOT write this, it was a friend who wrote this about 3 years ago. I haven't seen her since sixth grade, and I miss her.

Since she is such an amazing story teller I just felt like I had to publish this for the whole world to see even though this were special stories that were just for me. This is the only one she wrote down so if somehow I lose the paper on which she wrote the story I'll still have it online.

This is a spy story but it's not about any book in particular, so since I'm the spy in the story (a girl) you can imagine it's about Cammie or another of the Gallagher Girls

here goes:

(I'm gonna write it exactly as she wrote it to make it authentic)

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You're in a dark room with no lights, Your heart is like a beating drum,

and in the eerie silence, you can hear yourself breathing. Then . . . a

few lights - the kind of lights that you see on stage - you know,

those "spotlight lights" turn on. It is illuminating the room. Then you

see a big garage-like door open, with a car zooming into view. Yet

no one is driving. Odd, you think. Oh well. Just when you are

eyeing its phenomenal beauty, there is a little sign in the driver's

seat, which you pick up. It is a note that says, "NOW THAT

YOU ARE OLDER, YOU MIGHT AS WELL GET A CAR-

SAY NOT? (LAUGHS) I TRUST THAT YOU CAN LEAVE THIS

IN PERFECT CONDITION? YES, VERY WELL, ENJOY

THE RIDE WHILE YOU CAN. THERE IS A DANGEROUS MISSON THAT I WANT YOU TO DO, BUT YOU ARE STILL

A BIT TOO YOUNG. SO THEREFORE, WE ARE HAVING

THE ADULT SPIES DO IT, BUT SOON, WE WILL NEED YOU TO COME TO THE SPY HEADQUARTERS, WHERE WE

WILL USE YOUR SMARTS TO UNLOCK THE CASE, ARE YOU

IN? I HOPE SO, GOD BLESS YA, KID. XOXO

FROM,

Simon

SIMON, YOUR SPY PRESIDENT

You nod to yourself, as if to agree that you will try your best to

keep the car in good conditions, and A.S.A.P. to reach the

headquarters where you can use the awesome, smarticle brain

and D.N.A that you have. This is it. You have no choice but

to take it. You have a sense that you may be risking your own

life. You can either leave the criminals to continue or die in

honor. And although you are nearly afraid of nothing, for the first

time, there is a slight chill that runs down your back. But the

spy in you forces you to stand strong. And then, you read Simon's

last phrase. Yes, you will NOT be a wimp. Nevertheless, you hop

in your car, and drive off into the horizon.