Hi guys, I'm sorry if my story has any grammar issues but this is my first fanfic. I hope it's ok.
America POV
SINGER ACADEMY
4am
BLEEP! BLEEP!
I groaned and draped an arm over my eyes; it was way too early for a Monday morning. I wonder what it would have been like if I was a normal teenage girl, probably waking up at 6 or 7. Like that would ever happen. I wasn't a normal teenager, I was one the best teenage spies in Illea.
Rolling out of my warm bed, I walked over to the light switch, checking the time on the way.
4:05am
So...5 minutes to wash up, 5 minutes to get changed and 45 minutes for a jog. Ok.
After brushing my teeth and braiding my hair, I put a set of running pants on and a loose top.
A jog in the morning would definitely help me loosen up, especially after hearing about my new mission. August had just assigned it to me yesterday night, after dinner.
Today, at 6:30am I would be flying all the way to Angeles, my mission took place at a very prestigious school and the victim was Maxon Schreave. He was the son of Clarkson and Amberley Schreave, they were billionaires. Judging by the scraps of information I had, somebody was out for their money.
But I was not worried about the task, I was worried about the school. A couple of SINGER agents had been there before and had come home traumatized. They told everybody about how rude and arrogant the students were, and how they treated the agents like slaves.
Nobody will ever treat me like a slave. I'll make sure of that.
After locking up my room, I took a glass lift up to the top level.
SINGER HQ was disguised as a run down warehouse in rural Carolina. To ordinary people, it looked like a place from hell. Rotting wood, STRICTLY PROHIBITED signs and sharp twisted vines crawling up the sides.
But for SINGER agents, the site underground is breathtaking. Inside the warehouse is a small glass lift concealed by wooden planks and metal HQ is at least 50 levels deep and every door needs a swipe ID card to open.
The contrast between the warehouse and HQ is very large. Run down haunted house to magnificent modern palace.
By the time I step outside, the sky is a misty dark blue and a light drizzle begins to settle on my face. I love the outdoors; whether it's a beach, forest, mountain or desert, I feel at home.
Rural Carolina is all trees and wood. Every time I go for a jog, I always follow the same path. Around the short pine trees, over the rocky gravel and past the beautiful waterfall.
I was one of the fastest agents in SINGER so whilst most agents would take 45 minutes to do one lap, I could do two.
By the time I had finished jogging, the sun was beginning to rise, coating the trees in a warm, golden blanket. It was time to head back.
All my bags had been packed and the weapons had been shipped over last week. Now I just had to sign out and listen to all my friends wish me good luck. That was all I ever needed. Just luck.
How was it? I hope it wasn't too bad! Please review, that way I can improve my writing. ;)
