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Name: Anna Marie Age: 25 Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Personality: Sarcastic, Witty, Nice, Hot Headed Birthday: Feb 5th Family: Mom; Cancer patient in hospital Father; Blames her that her mothers in the hospital, Physically abuses her Brother: Died when he was 2 from cancer Job: Working at the FBI's BAU team as a profiler for 3 years Graduated: Age 14 Has an Eidetic Memory, IQ of 178. Knows statistics, and she does her job really well.

Chapter One:

"Genius is one percent inspiration, 99 percent persperation." -Thomas Edison.

Anna's POV;

Hi, my name is Anna Marie, but you can call me Anna or Ann. I have been woeking for the FBI's BAU team for three years now! I would personally say that my best friend on the team would be Spencer, followed by JJ.

You see, Spencer is a genius, he can read so fast! He has an IQ of 187, beating my IQ of 178. We both have an Eiedetic memory. He understands me in a way, and he is a very good listener.

JJ is a good friend, someone who woould keep all my "Girl" kind of secrets. Like, Guys, and stuff. You know what I mean. And she is also a good listener.

Anyways! Today is the day, three years ago, that my mother AND brother died from cancer. Spencer promised he would come with me down the the Cemetary. JJ said she would make it if she coud, but she has to take care of Henry. She offered to come down with him, but I really don't want Henry down here.

I got out of bed and walked to my closet. I picked carefully, choosing a black shirt that said, "Forever in our hearts" and white skinny jeans.

I sighed. You know, I don't believe in love. Never have, well, maybe when I was little I did, but now I see that Love is a Lie. Maybe I started believing that after my Mom died. After my dad started beating me, blaming me for my mothers death. Who knows.

"See you later Gypsy" I said to my cat, picking her up and stroking her soft, orange and black, fur. I put her down and grabbed my shoulder bag with my books in it. I walked out my door and turned around to lock it, when i got hit in the head by something and everything went black. All I felt was pain, like all of my pain I have ever felt, rushed to my head. I couldnt move.