Unnamed Story

This is many posts in one. Also, I'm not doing paragraphs. I'll do them later. If you have any ideas for a name, tell me. This story is probably not very good, but you can help make it better!

Do you ever feel like your older sister could lead a double life as a secret agent? I've always felt that way. My sister, Joan, is always sneaking around the house. Silently. It's creepy how she does it. She also finds things she shouldn't (but we're both really good at that), like where I hide my money and where my mom puts the M&M's. She's also really good at lieing. I think I'm better, though I don't lie a lot. I try to be good. Both of us are black belts in Tai Kwan Do, but she is just scary sometimes. You probably think it's just sibling rivalry and paranoia. I used to believe that too-until I was in her room looking for some socks and found a paper with the letters FBI on it by accident.

I looked at the paper. What the heck is this doing in my sister's bedroom?! I thought, This must be a dream or something. I didn't really think she was a part-time agent! This is weird! I wonder, do mom and dad know? I'll talk to Joan about it. I put the paper back and walked back to my room, socks forgotten, I went over and picked up my cat. "Hey Angel," I crooned. "Did you know that Joan was an FBI agent?" Yes. Angel thought. "Why didn't you tell me?!" You never asked. She replied into my head. Sometimes talking to animals isn't the easiest. I sighed. Oh yea-I can communicate with animals. I can talk out loud or in my head to them. They think their answer and I "hear" it in my head. I think that's called telepathy. I don't know if it works with people 'cause I don't really want anyone to know I can do that. I mean, talk about freaky! Most people would probably run away screaming. But I'm in luck, my parents love animals too! I have a cat named Angel. Angel is a Rag doll breed of cat. I heard my sister walk by and went out into the hall way. "Hey Joan, can we talk?" "Not right now, Gabriella. I'm busy!" She called over her shoulder. "Um.....We need to talk." I followed her into her room and closed the door. "I came into your room to get some socks and I kinda found an FBI paper. Do mom and dad know you work for the FBI?" "You what?! Well.....You were going to find out sooner or later. No, mom and dad do NOT know. And don't tell them, OK? Now.....We need to get you in. Hmmmmm........It's time for you to start school."That was 6 years ago. Now I go to the spy-school. It looks like a "fancy-pantsy" rich person school, but it's really for spies. All the students there are. Most of the parents know the truth. Some, like my parents, don't. They think I got into a really good boarding school. In summer time, I have to act all girly and fine because that's what I would learn at a boarding school. School will start soon and Joan and I are riding the train back. I have a dog now. His name is Max. He's a Boarder Collie and Husky mix. He's black and white with a curved and feathered tail (like a husky tail with a little bit longer fur, not bird feathers). He follows me everywhere and is really good. I'm 14 now and going into my Animals class this year. I'm dropping Hacking because I can hack anything in minutes. I'm even better than Joan now. This year that space will be filled with How To Work With Animals. We can use them as disguises, retrievers, distractions, and more! I hope I do well in this class. Max is coming with me this year and he'll stay with me. All the people in the Animals class have an animal they bring. Max climbed onto the seat and put his head in my lap. "I'm gonna go to sleep, Joan. Wake me up before we get there, OK?" "Alright Gabby." Joan said, barely glancing up from her book. I was asleep almost immediately, but I sleep light. All good spies do.

Joan tapped my leg and I woke up immediately. Before opening my eyes I listened for unusual noises. A habit from the school. I heard nothing so I opened my eyes. We were pulling into the station so I woke Max and put his harness on. It said "Service Dog. Please Don't Pet! Thanks." Then I grabbed my suitcase and walked down the hall with Max at my side.When we got to the limo, from the school, we said "hi" to Wallace, the driver. He drove us when we needed to be picked up or dropped off. We both like him. "Hey Gabby." He said, taking my suitcase. When we got in the limo, Max sat on the seat next to me. The windows were darkened so no one could look in and question this. "Taking a new class this year Gabby?" Wallace asked me, looking in the mirror. "Yea. This is Max. He's going to be the best in the Animals class. I'll make sure of it!" I said while Max looked up with a doggy grin on his face. "He's a right pretty dog, that's for sure. I'm sure you and him will be the best. I also wish you luck." Then he turned to the road to navigate the crowded platform's parking lot. It was a couple hour drive to the school so I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, leaning on the black leather of the cushy seat.

When we got to the school, Joan, still reading her book, got out of the limo, grabbed her stuff and walked up the entrance steps with barely a "bye Wallace!" over her shoulder. I got out and gave Wallace a hug while I told him goodbye. He drives us every time and is so nice. He deserves a hug! I thought to myself. I took my suitcase and started walking up the steps when Elizabeth, my best and only friend walked out. "Hey Lizzy!" I yelled, running to meet her. "Gabby! You're here! Is that your animal?" Lizzy asked, noticing Max heeling at Gabby's left side. "Yeah! His name is Max. Is she yours?" I asked Lizzy, pointing at the Basenji jumping and barking very loudly. "Uh huh. He name's Tilly. I can't get her to listen though! It's making me really sad! I don't want to have to give her up!" Lizzy replied, looking down. Tilly, I thought, Why aren't you listening to Lizzy? I want my person-Lizzy I interrupted her thought, I want Lizzy to tell me she loves me. I really love her but I'm afraid she doesn't love me. I'm trying to tell her that! Tilly thought at me. Oh. I see. Just do what ever she asks and I'm sure she'll tell you. Tons of times. Don't worry! "She wants you to tell her that you love her. She's worried you don't." I told Lizzy. "Oh!" Lizzy exclaimed. "Tilly, come here!" Lizzy picked up Tilly and began to croon softly to her. "Come on Liz! I gotta put my stuff down!" "Oh, right. Sorry" Lizzy said, smiling at me. "Sometimes I forget you're normal too." We both laughed and walked the rest of the way up the stairs and into the mansion to get my dorm assignment.