Okay, I know what you're thinking: I should sooooooo not be starting another story.
But now I have a story for every mood!
This one so happens to be the depressing sarcastic one….
So beware.
Oh, and Bella's incredibly OCC. Just to let you know.
SM owns it all.
ONWARD!
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The rain poured down on the road, making it almost impossible to see. Just hours before, the sky had been a beautiful light blue—quite the contrary of the scene outside the windshield. I grumbled quietly to myself as I skidded once again on the wet pavement. Following the flow of the storm drainage, I maneuvered into the parking lot of a grey dismal building.
Grabbing my briefcase and locking my car, I swept through the doors into a brightly lit room. No one moved to stop me as I walked quickly through the white walls, down five floors, and around several corners to a dark door. The red seemed to scream danger and in fact, it took five pass codes and two keys to get through the security.
The door only held more hallways; a maze of confusion to those who hadn't been forewarned. At the end of the twisting turns, I nodded my head to ten fully armed guards and passed through the final entryway.
The concrete walls seemed to echo the shisssh of the closing door. Nothing moved, breathed, thought, until I spoke to the small eight year old meditating in the center of the room.
"Hello, Isabella Swan."
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Soooooo?
Love ya'!
~*GrEy*~
At eight years old, Isabella Swan has the death of thousands on her hands. After the last explosion in the Empire State building, Bella was caught and turned into the greatest agent ever known. Now the world's wealthiest family needs one of the nation's greatest minds to protect their son: Edward Cullen.