I am completely new to fanfiction, and this is my first time writing a story EVER. So if you have any ideas I would LOVE to hear them. But for now, this is me, and my pitiful attempt at a one-shot(?). As always, I own nothing, it all belongs to Ally Carter. (:

My life has always been pretty average. That's how I describe myself; I'm average height, I wear average clothes, and have average parents who have average jobs… If by average jobs you mean unexpected business trips of the extremely-classified-diffuse-a-bomb-

in-the-white-house variety. But that's normal for my family because… Well, because we're spies.

Or at least my parents are.

It was the life I was born into. I was used to waking up in the morning to hear that my dad was going to be gone for a while, or my mom was needed in Beijing. It had always been like that. My parents were off saving the world while I tried to live up to the family

name. It had always been so cool to have parents in the CIA. Until parents plural, turned to parent singular.

Pros and cons of having spy parents

A list by Cameron Morgan

PRO- My parents were highly trained to be two of the most skilled people ever.

CON- Those skills made it impossible to lie to them. Ever.

PRO- I get to hear all these awesome stories about how they saved the presidents life.

CON- While they were risking their lives for said president they missed my 5th grade graduation.

PRO- Hearing about their missions prepares me for my life as a spy (if i go into the family business)

CON- One day they may never come back.

My mom and I had been eating dinner when we got the call. We had been laughing about how badly she had burned the mac and cheese, and what dad would say if he had seen it. When my mom answered the phone, she had been smiling, but the good mood didn't

last long.

I remember how my mom caught her breath and her eyes went wide. I remember my heart stopped as she dropped the phone and stared wordlessly at me. And I remember crying. Lots and lots of crying. I remember absolutely everything about that evening, including

the exact time when the phone rang. At precisely 6:23 we got news that turned our world upside down. At 6:23, the CIA called and told us my dad was MIA. And that's all it took. That two minute phone call changed our lives forever...

Sooooo… Comments? Like it? Hate it? Should I continue on, and tell the tale of how Cammie ended up being a Gallagher Girl? Thanks for reading! Please please please review!