Duck, jump, swivel, flip.. I kept repeating my new move in my mind... My forehead and hands drenched in sweat. I reached into my mini fridge and grabbed a bottle of water."Hey! Kat!" Shouted a voice at me from another room. "What?!" I yelled in response. "Get in the kitchen!" I stomped over to the kitchen table, sweating, "Hm?" I questioned taking a swig of my water. I glanced around at the guys seated at the table. Jason, the 6"2 dirty blonde haired blue eyed jock, who is the muscle of our team. Dale who's a short kid with brown hair and freckles who is the geek of the crew. Sam, who is the leader of our team stands at about 6 foot with black hair and green eyes. And me Katherine, I go by Kat. I'm the aerobic spy girl. I'm 5"4 and have chocolate brown hair and vibrant blue eyes. I'm a fairly petite girl, but I don't let that stop me from obsessing over my weight. Together our crew pulls big cons, but we don't prefer to be called thieves. "How do you feel about a dress and heels?" asked Sam. I raise one eyebrow and go, "How do YOU feel about a dress and high heels?". Sam seems unsurprised by my answer and doesn't respond. He just sighs and places his and on the table. "I feel the same way," I state sarcastically. Sam seems suddenly furious at me and goes, "Well, who is going to do it then? Hm? Jason or Dale? We need a women on the job and the only reason you are a part of this team is because your a girl! Look around do you see any other girls?! No! Because we use the limited amount of women so we don't have to deal with feminists like you!". I assure you I have never been hit by any one of these guys, but never have words from their mouths stung this much. I don't cry, and even if I did it would be in solitude. So, instead I balled my hands into fists and ran out of the the kitchen slamming the door behind me so hard one of hinges broke. I tore upstairs and headed towards my bedroom. I turned around and saw Sam coming after me. Now, I am light and quick on my feet but I can't take the the stair's steps four at a time. He quickly caught up with me and spun me around. "Look..." Sam began but he didn't finish that thought because I whipped his hand backwards and pressed it, hard. I pushed him back and he stumbled, temporarily dazed, giving me just enough time to escape. He continued his pursuit but I got to my room just in time and bolted the door shut. Sam pounded on the door, "I will get Jason up here to bust this door down (mind you these doors are extremely hard to knock down so it is quite a feat for Jason, but it is very well possible) if you don't unlock it in 3! 2!"
"I'm not a child!" I scream. "And Jason wouldn't do it after what you just did to me!". I then plug in my head phones and blare my music so I can't hear him shout. After 10 minutes he finally leaves, defeated. I feel a slow tear make its way down the side of my cheek. And in a few hours I finally drift off, my tears making augmenting wet spots on my pillow.
A/N Hey! So I am completely new to fanfiction and writing stories! Please review I would like all positive and negative feedback! If it completely sucks.. Tell me! And the plot is still undetermined so bear with me!
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