AMY POV

Amy was angry. No, she was livid.

"I can't believe it! That jerk is so-," Amy stopped pacing around her room to think of a word.

"Stupid," Vye said while getting a soda out of the mini fridge.

"Untrustworthy," Natalie mumbled from a bean bag.

"Malicious?" Sinead offered.

"Those are too nice to describe that nincompoop."

Natalie rolled her eyes. "Really, he isn't that bad. He's just…," She trailed off.

Amy turned to face Natalie. "Are you serious? That jerk KISSED me. It was my first kiss! First kisses are supposed to be special! They can't be given by some random jerk! I wanted mine to be from someone I actually love. Ian is not someone I love, let alone like!"

Suddenly Dan's head poked into the room, "Hey Ames, Natalie has to go. Ian said that Isabel is here. Aunt Hope wants you guys to come down and say hi."

"Isabel?" Amy asked. She loved Isabel, she was just like Natalie. But older and taller.

Amy went down stairs with her friends.

Isabel was at the bottom of the spiral staircase talking to Hope. Both women looked much too formal for a night at home.

"Hey mom," Natalie greeted once she reached the bottom, "Where's Ian?"

"Hey, I hope you had fun! Oh, your brother is hiding in the car, he practically ran in there," Isabel said chuckling then she turned to face Amy and the girls, "Hello young ladies, how was your last day?"

"It was fine, thank you for asking," Sinead replied politely.

Vye and Amy shrugged.

"Well we should get going, Natalie has gymnastics first thing tomorrow!" Isabel waved good-bye and left with Natalie who rolled her eyes.

Soon after Vye and Sinead left too.

Amy took a shower then went downstairs to watch a movie with Dan. It was a tradition to watch all the Harry Potter movies on the last day of school.

When she got to the movie room Dan had already started the first movie.

"Hey," Amy said, "You started without me!"

"No I didn't."

"Dan I can see the TV screen."

"Oh."

Amy smiled and rolled her eyes.

She tried to focus on the movie, but the English accent began to remind her of Ian.

She touched her lips.

That kiss…. Was nice…. Amy thought, but no one has to know….

VYE POV

Vye arrived home to be scolded as usual.

"Vye! Why is your hair all messy? Do you Americans think it's cool to have messy hair?" her mom chided.

"Ma! I just went swimming!"

"And let me guess, you wore a two piece? Did you at least apply sun screen?"

"Yes ma, I did."

"Yes what? Yes you wore two piece? Or yes you wore sun screen?"

"Both Ma."

Vye sighed. Her mom was always like this. She always thought that Vye did what she did because she was too American. Everything Vye did was either too American or not enough Korean. You see, her Dad and Mom both came from Korea. They are very old fashioned. They want Vye to be more in depth with her culture. So everyday they try to make her more asian.

So far they have replaced forks with chopsticks, McDonalds with Bim Bam bop, and speaking English to Korean.

They even signed her up for some karate, Taekwondo, which wasn't all bad because Dan and David were in her class.

She wasn't even sure why they were so keen with this. She spoke Korean. Wasn't that good enough? Now she had to watch in Korean too, although Korean soap operas were really good…. But that's beside the point. They even downloaded Korean songs. On her iPod.

"Tomorrow we will go to a family reunion. There are going to be families from all over, so look appropriate," her mom said on the opposite side of the table.

Vye smiled, "I'm not going to wear a Hanbok, Ma!"

Her mom frowned like she the joke wasn't funny, "No you don't have to wear a Hanbok, but you do have to wear something I pick out."

Vye winced mentally. "Um."

"Um?"

The front door opened and Vye was grateful for the distraction. Her Dad walked in holding his briefcase. He still looked put-together even though he was finished with work. His tie was in place and white silk gloves were being worn on his old hands.

"Hi Dad!" Vye said getting up from the table.

"Hello Vye," Alisatir Oh greeted. "How was the last day of school?"

"It was good, I'm going to, uh, go shower!" Vye ran up the staircase and to her bathroom before her mom could protest.

Once inside she sighed. Her life was full of issues.

What was she going to do?

After she took a shower and put on some sweats and she went to the library.

She liked to read, almost as much as she liked to dance.

She looked through the sections that had recently been renewed. A recent section had been added, but she never bothered to go there. It was about her family history. Her ancestors never really interested her. But today she was curious. After all, tomorrow was her family reunion; she might as well brush up on her knowledge.

She looked through the shelves. All the books looked like they were written in Korean, and though she could speak the language fluently, reading it was a bit harder to do.

She finally found a book in English, it was hand-written. She began to read.

In 1900, 19-yearolds Bae Oh and Gordon Oh came to America in search for a new life. They worked with the Korean Government and decided to live in America after helping the FBI. They say that the twins had joined with the FBI and were in the top levels within two months. Soon, Gordon met a young Korean woman and later married her and moved back to Korea. They soon settled down together. Gordon Oh then dropped out of the FBI after having his first son Alistair. Bae, however had disappeared after a mysterious fire.

The writing stopped there. What?

Vye frantically flipped through the book. There was no more writing. All the pages after were blank. She groaned, and after it was getting interesting. She didn't know her grandpa had a twin…. And he disappeared in a fire. How odd, so did Dan's parents…

Vye suddenly felt anxious to go to her family reunion.

NATALIE POV

Natalie fell over clutching her stomach.

"Good hit," she managed to say, "Thanks in advance for the bruise."

Ian smiled and offered her a hand. "You know that you'll never beat me."

Natalie ignored the hand and stood up by herself. "Well I plan too, especially after what you pulled today!"

"What did I do?" Ian said, widening his eyes as if he was innocent.

"You know what you did! Now come on, let's continue training!"

Ian groaned, "But Nat, I don't see why we have to train! There is nothing to train for. Everyone of them is gone. They disappeared twelve years ago."

That's what you think, Natalie thought.

"Well, Papa and Mama want us too. So let's train." Natalie aimed a punch at Ian's face.

Ian ducked and kicked Natalie in the stomach. She fell over again.

"Like I said, there's no point anymore, the danger is gone. We're safe," Ian said, not even bothering to offer a time.

Natalie got up and brushed herself off, "Well there are bound to be other dangers."

Ian looked at her. "No, everyone is retired from their jobs. They don't fight anymore, they aren't working as agents anymore. Papa and Mama are hotel owners. Owning hotels is a very safe profession. The worse thing that could happen is Paris Hilton trying to kill us. Which is highly unlikely."

Natalie sighed, she knew her brother didn't understand. He thought the danger was gone. He thought their parents were hotel owners.

"I don't even see why we know. Everyone else doesn't know. Sometimes I feel like we're lying to them. Not that it bothers me, but I do have a conscience, and I feel bad when Dan talks about his parents. He doesn't know that they set the house on fire. He doesn't know that his parents were top in the field. He doesn't know that his parents might not be dead," Ian ranted.

She knew that her brother, even thought conceited, cared for his friends.

Silence.

"Well," Ian spoke up, "I think I'm going to go to bed."

Natalie watched her brother walk out of the gym.

If you only knew.

Natalie didn't like that she was the only one who knew the truth. It wasn't fair. And the worse part was she found out herself.

She remembered stumbling into the secret door leading to the research center. She remembers eavesdropping on her parents talk and discuss. She remembers sneaking into the room and reading file after file until she found out every little thing about her parents life.

She remembers confronting them, demanding to know why they didn't tell them that danger still lurked. She remembers promising to keep it a secret from Ian and to try to protect her friends.

And she did. Ian knew what his parents wanted him to know. That they were retired CIA officials and that their enemies were gone.

He didn't know that they weren't retired, that the danger was still there. That every second someone was trying to kill them.

But thanks to CIA agents they never got into a ten-mile radius of any of them.

Ian didn't realize that everywhere he went he was being monitored.

Natalie slowly got up, hating herself for knowing.

Too bad she didn't know that she only knew part of the truth.

SINEAD POV

Sinead giggled, she was texting Chris who kept apologizing for what happened at Amy's.

Sinead remembered when she met first met Chris; it was when she was two. She was going to Amy's house for the first time. Of course all the adults put the children in a small play room together.

Everyone had trouble talking; after all they were only two. Natalie had a lisp, and Ian had a funny accent. Amy could speak, but she stuttered like crazy, Dan usually burst out screaming most of the times. David didn't really talk, he just threw legos everywhere, while Vye spoke a mix of English and Korean. Chris was the worst, he couldn't speak well at all, and she remembered the first thing he said, "Me Chris!"

Sinead laughed at the memory. She was terribly shy back then, even though she could speak flawlessly at such a young age. She remembered being annoyed that everyone had flaws in their grammar and speaking.

She continued to text Chris while trying to learn Mandarin. So far Sinead was fluent in 5 languages. Spanish, French, English, German, and Japanese.

She was also the youngest person ever to graduate Harvard Law school.

Her future was bright. But her parents wanted her at home for some reason. She was just about to travel to California for a convention for the greatest young minds when her parents suddenly called her and begged her to come up and visit.

So for the sake of her parents she decided to come back up to Boston. Soon she decided to live here for a while after reconnecting with her friends.

It's been almost a year.

Her parents were thrilled when she told them she wanted to stay there.

Sinead was always curious why they wanted her at home. Usually they were encouraging her to go places. But a year ago they began calling everyday, and visiting every weekend. She was a little embarrassed, her dorm mates at Harvard understood though.

Sinead sighed and sent a good night text to Chris. She was exhausted from the day's events. Soon she turned off the light and fell asleep.

Good thing she didn't look out her window. Because there was someone watching her.

A/N Ok, so I was got my laptop back because of good behavior! :D Anyway writing this story is making me scared. And I'm the one writing it….