Those Modern Days
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Let's get a few things straight. I'm twenty three, I'm a special agent, I hate my partner, and I work for Raoul Goldenlake's The Own Special Forces. Oh yeah and my best friend is Nealan Queenscove who we discovered working in a fast food place wanting to 'become separate from the higher place society that his parents came from'. Which, may I tell you, is where most of every special agent's parents come from. Even Lerant who you would never peg as from the richer society is from there. Well, they don't have the money anymore but they have the name and that is all that counts.
Let's mention another few things. I hate my partner. That's always going to be mentioned because really, I do hate him and he does hate me. Another thing is, I'm a brunette, with hazel eyes, tall, nose is pierced and there's currently green hair dye on the bottom of my hair. Not my choice, it came with the last job I had to do. Its better then my partner whose hair is permanently dyed blue; he didn't realize there was something called semi-permanent. Well, he's not a girl so he has that excuse.
Another thing (I seem to mention quite a few other things); well we have competition from The Riders Special Forces. I love that part, Special Forces, as though we're special. We are, but not in the good way. I swear some of us (not including me) need to be locked up in a big room with padded walls and large guards guarding it (Neal especially). Anyway, we all have our 'special' abilities. Neal? Well we brought him in because he was pelting ketchup at poor innocent kids, and his aims pretty decent but we needed someone who didn't have trouble hitting without feeling bad immediately after it. When questioned the next day he didn't really care what happened to the kids. It was a priceless afternoon. He ended up being over qualified but we kept him anyway. His cousin who works here put in a good word as did I. I've known Neal since I was little for all he's about five years older then me. Our parents run in the same social circle and his dad used to date my mom…long story.
Yet another thing to mention is I hate my partner but besides that (trust me you'll hear it a thousand more times) is I've been working here for five year which means I was eighteen when I started. I applied for it when I was sixteen and forced my way to the top to be hired when I turned eighteen. It worked and there I was fresh out of school and working for them. I proved myself within a year and was partnered with my current partner (who I hate) and a full out special forces agent which means I can be put in any situation and deal with it like my partner (still hating him).
The door to my office slams open (I hate it) and in slumps my partner…still hating him. He sits down, crosses his legs arrogantly and swipes a hand through his long pale blonde hair.
Oh yeah, my partner? His names Joren Stone, formerly Joren Stone Mountain, and trust me hate doesn't even begin to cover our disgust for each other.
A/N: Okay…I'm not sure if I really want to continue this so I was hoping if someone wanted to tell me whether or not I should. It just came to mind randomly and I figured I'd test it and see if I was going to continue it or not. So if you like it tell me, if it's way to unoriginal then I would really really appreciate knowing that. The title is a cross from two songs, Those Magic Changes which I originally thought of Those Modern Changes but then I was listening to Days Go By by Keith Urban and got Those Modern Days. Yeah…random.
