Hey everyone this is the only story that I haven't made SAPPY or CHEESY at least I think that. But if you have any concerns just tell me because I think I own the whole story I mean I completely made it up but if you think there is something wrong please tell me! But before I sign off I would like to thank ALLY for making the Gallagher Girl series possible! THANKS ALLY! Okay ENJOY!

Chapter One

All right I'll admit it. Ever since I was a I was a kid and my sister, Victoria got recruited to the CIA, I always wanted to be a spy. And now here I am in the sixth grade in a normal day to day basis middle school. Honestly I am very, I mean VERY disappointed. I mean in first grade I learned the whole theory of nanotechnology in a month, in the second grade I could take a part a gun and put it back together blindfolded and without it exploding gunpowder in your face (when I did that my brother was so jealous that he tried to do it with his "Machoness" as he said but then next thing you know he has black all over his face…not a good picture if you know what I mean). By the third grade I could recite every state and country capitol under five minutes (most people would be impressed but that was the worst time of the timed tests I gave myself, yes MYSELF!). So yeah I have a lot of potential but you know those movies where a guy who is from the CIA just comes and says, "I need to see _____" and BAM! You just become a spy…. NO WAY! It takes a lot of time! Seriously! I mean when I was in fifth grade we had a fire, and instead of running like every other kid in the room I got a rope tied it to a metal pipe and repelled my self down there and everyone was freaked out when I didn't show up until I walked through the front door after the fire and said, "Hey! You wimps don't know that, that was way easier than running down the stairs? I was waiting five minutes until everyone was out!" Yes I did say that! I'm not even kidding! So here I am back at sixth grade waiting for the bell to ring…. Just to tell you, you will need to know that I am a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, Karate, Kung Fu, etc. you get what I mean…just so you know. You will need to know. Okay back to the story. So waiting and waiting and waiting even more! Then all of a sudden I hear a BANG! I swear that was a gunshot (because I have perfect aim on one). So what did I do? Instead of ducking like every other kid did I ran across the hall with my bamboo pistol that never rang up the systems because it's wood. The teacher…no the principal would have had me expelled but I mean who else was licensed…other than me of course. So I held it up to the exact place where the gunshot had been, and I knew because of all the intense training I did by myself because everyone else in my family thought I was crazy.

"Freeze." I said very calmly but I mean he could shoot that thing again!

He laughed so hard he almost fell. Well I don't really mind because I'm a sixth grader who is so "very" terrifying.

"Oh really and what are you going to do about it?" I shot a half and inch above his head. That got his attention for sure.

"I'm sorry mister but you are on private property, with might I add an unauthorized gun. Now you can turn yourself in by putting down your weapon and coming over here so I can call the police or I incapacitate you and you are sent to the police either in an ambulance or a cruiser take your pick,"

Now he looked scared, good. But then that's when I noticed that his gaze went behind me and I knew at that point he wasn't alone…but no problem I just kicked the guy at the right place without even looking which surprised the both of them.

"I will say this once again. You either turn yourself in or you get turned in with or without medical attention. I am not promising it for this partner of yours,"

"Well missy then how are you going to get all the way up here and shoot me I'm on the stairs. Should've figured this out when you were waiting for the bell,"

"Oh I can."

I just took out my rope. Tied a hook onto it, hooked it onto the water pipe and reeled myself up, and this guy did not want to know what my lipstick did to your eyes (let's just say I tweaked it up a bit).

"How in the he—"

But he didn't finish because well I knew in the line of fire when a guy is distracted just use a tranquilizer dart, which I had instead of a second bullet. I let myself down easy careful not to scuff the floors (Mr. Janitor did not like the floors scuffed after a good polishing). Then all the kids got up while I called nine-one-one and swarmed around me while I was explaining the situation to the lady on the phone. I myself who taught myself to hear every conversation heard,

"Did you see Juliet?" or "How does she have a gun? I'm kind of scared of her now" or "That was the most terrifying thing in my life" or "That was awesome!" Which was what almost all the boys said. Then I noticed that a boy, one boy was the quietest. But the thing was I didn't think he went to this school because well, I haven't seen him before. He just walked down the stairs and said to me, "Thanks." And walked off right when I clicked off the phone. I was surprised that was the first nice thing I've ever heard.