Katherine Graham was not exactly a typical 15 year old girl living in England.
She really wasn't, unlike a certain American teenager.
Katherine could fluently speak Italian and Spanish. She knew karate, but preferred boxing. Her mother worked for MI6, but of course, she didn't know that.
When she was 8 years old, she beat up a classmate named Francis Jacobson for mocking her. He wasn't hospitalised, but he was badly bruised enough for him to never bother her in school again. Another boy who bullied everyone else into calling him Rex (although his name was really Gabriel Wilson) thought that Katherine would be easy to take down.
He was in the hospital for three days and had to get 27 stitches.
Every day, Katherine biked home from school. It took 7 minutes to get from school to her home, where her father would usually greet her with food. About an hour or two later, her mother arrived home in her silver sedan. After getting home, Katherine would then spend about half an hour on the computer, reading a book, or doing anything she had forgotten to do the night before. She would then spend the next hour doing her homework and studying in her room.
Her room was usually tidy, although comfortable.
Katherine had a wooden desk with desktop computer on top. There was usually a book or a few papers lying around on it, and she had a decorative cup for her pencils that her mother had brought back from Egypt a few years ago.
There was a combination lock on one of the desk compartments. No one in Katherine's family wanted to intrude on her privacy, so they didn't mind that it was there.
Katherine's bed had three pillows on it, each one a different colour and texture. The walls of her room were painted sky blue, and on the ceiling, there were glow in the dark stars that she never really bothered to take down. The carpeting was deep blue and comfortable enough to lie down on for a few hours while reading a book. Currently, there was a pillow, blanket, and book on the ground for doing just that.
In the corner of the room, there was an oddly shaped lamp that somewhat resembled a tentacle sprouting flowers if you squinted and turned your head.
The door to her room was painted bright green as a joke that her father never really bother fixing.. The door handle was slightly damaged and scratched, but it worked well and locked correctly.
Katherine did her homework. She read a book.
After a while of doing boring, typical things, she went to eat dinner with her mother, father, and her brother.
That day, her older brother, Jeremy, had brought home his boyfriend, who was not a secret government agent of anything of the like. He was just an ordinary boy who liked Magic: The Gathering, programming, and had a secret love of Fall Out Boy.
The next day, Katherine's mother did not die.
She didn't die on the next day.
Nor the next.
In fact, she didn't die until the ripe age of 74, long after Katherine had become a successful single businesswoman and Jeremy had married the boy he had brought home that night.
Two weeks after Jeremy had brought home his boyfriend, three men in black suits approached Katherine while she was biking home from school.
Using her house key, her years of experience in boxing, and a plank of wood, she knocked them all out and continued on her way home, a few minutes late.
The men reported that the mission was a failure after they got out of the hospital.
A few days later, another man approached her, asking her to come with him.
He ended up being found by a random jogger a few hours later and had to be taken away with an ambulance.
The next time they tried to send someone, the man ended up with a few nasty scars and a broken arm.
After a few more weeks of the madness, they finally decided to tranquilise Katherine.
She woke up, and the first thing she noticed was that she was wearing unfamiliar clothing.
The next thing she noticed was that her clothes were there. Katherine quickly changed, not wanting to be caught naked on any hidden cameras.
When a woman came to tell her that a 'Mr. Blunt' was waiting, Katherine wasted no time in following, sending glowering looks to anyone in the way. Strangely enough, there was an angry teenage boy. He wasn't glared at.
When they arrived, Katherine sat herself down politely, across from a man who was completely grey.
He opened his mouth to speak.
Katherine punched him in the face, escaping through the door. She then made her way through the bank, knocking out anyone stupid enough to try to block her. The smarter ones stayed out of the way, and the ones who could beat her were all sitting back and enjoying the show.
Katherine went home and had lasagna for dinner that night.
A/N:
Coming up next is MI6 catching wind of Americans trying to train animals to be spies. Not to be outdone, they train Skittles the Dog to sniff out bombs and stop a new criminal organisation!
Last chapter featured a stereotypical American who died. This chapter featured a girl from an country I've never visited who punched Alan Blunt in the face. To keep it equal, a later chapter will feature Patriotic Cat: The Cat That Saved America.
Yes, I'm serious. Patriotic Cat will save the country, kill international terrorists, and yowl the entire Declaration of Independence.
LOLing:
I'm glad you enjoyed my story! I'm American too, and I've met plenty of people who can't take a joke. Hoping I don't get any hate for this, but it doesn't really matter, right?
Started: 1:34 PM, 29/12/13
Ended: 3:21 PM, 29/12/13