Okay. So on August sixth, I was diagnosed with type one diabetes. I now have to take four insulin shots everyday and poke my finger for blood...so you see why I haven't updated in a while it was a bit to take in and then you add highschool into the mix, it sucks. But I love writing so It will my output, the thing untouched by needles and carbs and being diabetic at 14. I'm just letting you guys know so if I don't update I'm probably not haveing a very good day or I'm doing algebra (I hate math) so here's the next chapter long over due :) and if the spacing sucks I'm sorry I got a writing app so il update from my phone,;&,)&!)68 !(8\#€,}^€,%*£!|#€._]%^£€

I felt dizzy. Unnatural dizziness. I giggled, the world was spinning, spinning like a merry go round. I was looking up into someone's face, I knew him. All the sudden he was gone and I was being half carried half dragged towards a... Alleyway? Then my spy senses came back to me, all of Mr. Solomon's lessons back in my head, ringing.

I stiffened. I went through everything that happened yesterday the feeling of no guard, after I drank the funny tasting drink. The drink. Oh my god. I, a spy was drugged my civilian! My body was not responding to what my mind was telling it to do. We were in the alleyway now. I started to yell.

"You Son Of a-" I was screaming at the top of my lungs all the curses I knew. It was really confusing I started in English, somehow got to Latin, and ended up with German. My limbs weren't responding to my brain they were swinging madly and hitting with no real target in mind. " Shut her up Zayn! The guys I told you about will be here soon and I'm pretty sure they don't want a scene!" James, I mean Zayn, put his hand over my mouth and put one arm around my chest and squeezed untill I stopped screaming into his hand. Jerk.

I looked around I saw a figure leaning up against the wall opposite of the one I was on. It took awhile for me to process what he said. The guys I told you about. That was what he said. It had to be the Circle. I bit Zayn's hand so hard I tasted blood he screamed, like a girl. "Who are you talking about?!" I hissed lunging at the figure across the way, aiming for his throat. Arms went around me and yanked me back hitting the wall. Air left me making me gasp like a fish out of water.

"Not so fast Cameron dear."

"Bitch." I managed through my gasping.

She laughed, twisting and pushing me. I stumbled, and was pushed again, round and round, like a kid being bullied cruel laughs and all. Zach's mom.

Panic filled me twisting my insides. Wait. I had a panic button! On my necklace, only if I pressed it I could be traced to where I was. Discreetly my hand went to my throat putting pressure on the necklaces pendant. All I could do was pray the panic button worked.

Or fight.

As if on instinct, probably because it is, I swung my fist in a right hook satisfied when I felt impact. I ducked avoiding a kick, and kicking straight out hitting their stomach. Two more. I twisted automatically going into a fighting stance. I aimed my fist to the right one and switched to hit the left one, caught off guard I hit the side of their face and knocked the circle agent out. The last one was a bit harder. She swung I moved, I kicked and hit the wall instead. Cursing I round house kicked her and she went down.

I regretted hitting the button, the fight was exactly what I needed, the adrenaline rush, the focus. But, Zach's mom was- out of no where something hit me and I fell to the ground crumpling. I heard shouts and felt warm stickiness on my face,clothes, fingertips. I tasted to copper of blood. Then more pain white hot pain. More shouting, blackness enveloped me in its warm arms, and for once I didn't struggle against it I let it pull me under.

I gave up.