My name is Santana Lopez and I am a Cherub agent. It all began on the day I was born I guess. My mother died during childbirth you see. I wasn't affected by this emotionally…I never knew her after all. I guess when my mother died God decided to open every door in the house, or the hospital, or heaven...I don't know where, but a window was open. At that stage I was a just a baby but God had a plan for me...I don't know why this sounds so religious but I guess I always figured some one was looking out for me...otherwise I wouldn't be here right now right?

My father fell into a spiraling depression after the death of my mother, or so I was told. I wasn't born so I have no idea what kind of person he was before he lost his mind, the same day he lost his wife.

In my head I like to imagine my father was this great man with a great plan, that was, starting a wonderful family with my mother. I'm pretty sure had my mother still been alive today I'd be coming home from school to a huge house in the suburbs somewhere. My mother, she'd be sitting on wooden bench on the front porch, I'd smell the flowers from the garden she'd think so highly of, I'd hear the noise of my shoes on the wood as I entered the front door followed by the pitter-patter of tiny paws on the kitchen tiles as the family dog came to greet me. My little brother would be watching tv, I'd hear him talking to the cartoon characters as though he could hear them. I'd walk towards my bedroom, my own room, past my fathers office. He'd smile and ask about my day and you know what? He'd probably even have a mug on his desk that read 'world's best dad'.

But he doesn't. There's no mug. No loving father and brother. No dog on the kitchen tiles, no mother on the porch. There's no flower garden and there is certainly no house in the suburbs...but there is me.

My father hated me for killing her. I knew it wasn't my fault.

My father's depression became worse as I aged because I began to look more and more like her, my mother. A the days went on and on he became reminded of the fact the love of his life was sacrificed for my life and he resented me for her his loss. When I was six or seven he began beating me, at this low point in my life, when I was only a kid I truly began to believe it was my fault she was gone and I even began hating myself for it. I hadn't done anything, I know that now.

The teachers at my school began to notice the badly covered up bruises, my father had no idea how make up worked, and long story short I was taken into care. The care home I stayed at was called 'Lima Heights Children's care facility'. I never once cried and I never once wanted to go home, but I didn't like it there. I was bullied but soon taught a few kids a lesson I can assure you of that. It was here that I met Puck...sorry, Noah Puckerman.

I thought at the time he was just another neglected kid like me. He showed an interest in my school work and hung out with me as much as I would let him, which wasn't as often as he would of liked I assumed. Here at 'Lima Heights' I fell in with the wrong crowd and started hanging out with Puck less and less. He still looked out for me from afar though, I never knew why at the time but I know now, of course.

One day the crowd I started hanging out with got in a fight with a rival group, a couple of kids who were in care temporarily and seemed to think this meant they could get away with anything. There were seven of them and five of us. I was outnumbered and the kids I hung out with me saw a way out and ran. It truely was every man for themself in that dump.

I had to fight my own way out. Needless to say I was losing and bruising, but I was still fighting, I didn't give up. I don't know how I noticedI noticed as I fought, considering I was completely surrounded, that Puck was watching from afar. I began to cry because I knew he could see yet did nothing to help me, my only real friend just watching from afar. He then swooped in and kicked the crap out of my rivals before I could even catch my breath.

He kicked the first one straight in the face and broke his nose right there and then. I had sat up at this point and began breathing again. The second gang member sat down with the first and tried to distract him so he wouldn't pass out from the pain that swept through his face. The third guy tried his luck and reached for Puck's shoulder, next thing I knew Puck had thrown him up into the air and needless to say he ran off.

With four gang members left, Puck grabbed two and smashed their heads together. They didn't bleed, but one passed out and the other ran off after the third guy.

The sixth guy grabbed Puck's arms and pushed him up against the wall and the seventh, her name was Alex, pulled a sharp, shiny piece of smashed mirror from her back pocket.

"Fancy your chances Puckerman?" she said as the boy holding Puck laughed.

I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the look of desperation in Puck's eyes. Maybe it was the fact I was choking on the smell of blood and needed out of here, or maybe it was that I needed to prove to myself I could do this...and I did.

I swiftly kicked Alex in the back of her knee and she fell forward dropping the piece that she clearly intended on stabbing Puck with. I elbowed her in the back and sat on her so she couldn't move.

Puck saw an opening an punched the guy right in the face, freeing himself from his grip.

Apparently Alex saw an opening too and did the same to me.

The next morning I woke up on what I thought was a hospital bed, but it wasn't. I was wearing an orange t-shirt with a company logo on it over my normal clothes. Naturally I left the room to find out where the fuck I was. I waked down the long corridor that smelled like a hospital also, but found no one. Honestly, I thought I was in purgatory or something.

Oh yeah, about that window God opened for me...

Two kids ran past me in the same t-shirts as mine except they were red, I tried grabbing one of them by the shoulder but he kept running. Both of them ran, both of them laughed. Of course I called after them but they would not answer me.

A man emerged in the doorway at the end of the corridor and signalled for me to follow him, and I did.

He told me that I was in 'CHERUB's main recruitment centre's office building'. I had no idea what the hell or where the hell that was.

"CHERUB?" I asked.

"Yes, CHERUB!" he replied...a lot more enthusiastic than myself might I add.

"Cherub is a branch of America's Government Intelligence program. Agents are aged between eight and eighteen years," he went on to explain. "Sometimes they're older. Providing they can pass for the ages we need them to are mainly orphans who have been taken out of care homes and trained to work undercover. They live on Cherub campus, a secret facility hidden in American countryside."

At first I thought it was a joke, but the man's expression did not still. I wondered why they used kids rather than adults.

The man said, "no one suspects kids, ergo, they can get away with much, much more than us adults can!" before I had even asked him my question.

Again the man's expression remained the same. He explained that if I wanted to I could take part in a series of tests to check my physical and mental strength, if I passed I could begin training at Cherub immediately.

I questioned the man, "if I don't agree, couldn't I just leave and tell everyone about your secret government service and ruin everything?"

I had no intention of doing so, but I pondered the question since he explained what CHERUB was. He simply smiled like he had heard that same cheeky question one hundred times over.

"Yes, but who would believe you?"

That scenario took place six years ago, I'm now almost seventeen. I've reached the peak of my CHERUB career and could only expect to be faced with one or two other missions before leaving completely, this thought saddened me.

Still, I have done pretty well for myself. I reached a black shirt at the age of thirteen (shirt order is red, grey, navy, black and then white for retired agents), I'd never broken any of the three rules resulting in expulsion and I've made tons of friends…my friends are my family here.

I should probably fill you in on one final detail.

How did I get here? Noah Puckerman.

When agents misbehave they can't exactly be grounded here. Instead they're sent on recruitment missions, forced to live undercover in care homes scouring the country, that is, which ever country their mission is set in, to find new recruits and bring them here. CHERUB legally adopt the children and since they're orphans no one questions where it is that they've moved off to.

If a child does not want to join CHERUB they are sent back to a care home to continue their life where they left off, as if nothing happened.

If a child does join CHERUB and later realise it's not for them, they can leave at any time. Once you leave you cannot return. However joining and then leaving isn't all bad as you're guarenteed to be adopted by a wealthy family to continue your live onwards.

If a child does join CHERUB and does stay at CHERUB well...they'll find themselves eventually where I am now...

I pulled my black shirt over my head, laced up my combat boots and began making my way towards the chairpersons office for my mission briefing.

Mission Briefing for 'Santana Lopez'6/5/2015 CLASSIFIED

Please do not remove from this room or make copies.

THE PIERCE CLAN,

The Pierce Clan made up of all of the adult Pierce family unit specialise in mass drug dealings to gangs and smaller groups of drug dealers. This unit has been under suspicion since 2003 when the supposed leaders of the gang 'Susan and Richard Pierce' were seen leaving a warehouse carrying two suitcases that they hadn't entered with. Later that day four groups of young men estimated to have been aged 18-24 entered and left in two trucks.

Most of the family have minor criminal offences but have all gotten off light. The police have never been able to find evidence against the Pierces and to this day have no reason for arrest.

However due to many insiders and claims they have very strong reasons to believe the Pierces are guilty of owning and running an international drug cartel and therefore must be arrested for the good of the community.

CHERUBS ROLE

Senior agent 'William Shuester' along with 'Emma Pillsbury' will be the mission directors posing as weathly adoptive parents to their three orphan children and agents 'Santana Lopez', 'Noah Puckerman' and 'Mike Chang'.

They will all share the family name 'McKinley'. The family will set about become associated with the family, enter the home placing Cherub recording equipment in multiple secret locations over the property. CHERUB hope to find spoken or visual evidence against the family to finally make an arrest. This includes drugs, money, allies, photo or video evidence or a spoken confession from a Pierce family member themselves.

TORTURE, USE OF DRUGS, UNDERAGE SEX, EXPOSING CHERUB AND THE WHOLE MISSION WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED AND WILL RESULT IN EXPLUSION FROM CHERUB AND IT'S ALLIES AND CAN EVEN LEAD TO YOUR ARREST.

CHERUB AGENTS MAY LEAVE THE MISSION AT ANY TIME BUT MAY NOT RETURN EXCEPT IN EXTREME CIRCUMSTANCES. 7 DAYS NOTICE MUST BE GIVEN SO THAT MISSION DIRECTORS ARE ABLE TO RE ESTABLISH THE PLAN TO SUIT THE MISSION WITHOUT SAID CHERUB MEMBER.

MISSION IS CLASSIFIED AS LOW RISK AND IS ESTIMATED TO PAN OUT OVER A MINIMUM OF SEVEN MONTHS.

LOPEZ,SANTANA:

Susan and Richard have a daughter Brittany Pierce and son, step son to Richard, Sam Pierce-Evans.

Santana Lopez is to befriend daughter, Brittany Pierce and find a way to manipulate some form of clue or evidence from her. Santana Lopez may also play a love interest to Sam Evans in an instant where she feels it is the quickest way to continue the mission.

- Agent Emma Pillsbury.