I was bored, and have begun to read the series months prior to this. This is what I wanted to do.

Spoiler: I hated what Anthony Horowitz did to Jack Starbright... She was one of my favorite characters.


My story begins in the outskirts of the United States of America's city of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. The town where we'll be traveling to is to Lebanon, PA; where a young girl, of about fifteen years old, lives with a foster family; my foster family.

My parents gave me up at birth to an orphanage. I went to school and got good grades, like how I always pictured my biological parents want me to do. I also made many friends. I go to Cedar Crest High School and my name is Fana Watson. Anyways, I took karate, Tai-Quan-Doe, and learned problem-solving skills. Even survival skills, which my foster parents insisted that I learned. I had long brown hair, which I love to dye the color green, and the deepest green eyes in the world. Green is almost my favorite color. It goes up there with pink, black, and red.

However, unbeknownst to me, that my foster parents work in the Central Intelligence Agency, or the CIA, as spies.

It was just an ordinary, sunny afternoon in our little town. I was in school, as well as my foster brothers and sisters, when I was called down to the office.

"Fana Watson," the person over the loudspeaker stated. "Please see the principal. Fana Watson, please see the principal. Thank you." And that was that.

I had packed away all my notes and books into my backpack, for I was in the library during lunch. Then headed for the office, usually one to stay out of trouble, but went to the office without a second thought.

"You have been called down because of some horrible news concerning your foster parents," the principal said, just as I walked into the door.

I sat down in front of her, letting her continue at her own pace. My facial expression showed one of curiosity instead of an impassive one.

"Well," she awkwardly said as she folded her hands together. Which rested on her desk in front of her laptop. "Your foster parents have just recently been killed in a shoot out down on Lehman Street."

Now, for you to understand my story, you would have to get a clear understanding of where Lehman Street is. There is a street that passes through Lehman Street, but on the other side of the street is East Lehman street. And all the streets on that side are South First Street, South Second Street, etc. The ones on the Lehman Street side are all North First Street, North Second Street, etc. And Lehman Street is the wrong side of town. Don't want to be walking through there with a big bag of cash.

Anyways, back to my story.

"Wh-what?" I asked. Completely shell-shocked from the news, since I'm pretty sure that they wouldn't even go near that town. "That's impossible. They always pass through in our car. They'd never think to go into that part of town."

"They have," the principal said with a sad sigh. "You are excused from your other classes. Inform your foster siblings. Also, let them know that your new guardian is Mrs. Watson's sister, Lillian Gorman." With that said, I was dismissed from her presence.

I got up, gathering my backpack, and left to go retrieve my foster brothers and sister. There was about seven or eight of us all together. And I love each and every single one of them. They were the family that I wanted in the future.

However, what I didn't know is that I would be sucked into this whole entire world of secrecy and death.


I hope to at least get one or two reviews for my new story... And PLEASE don't be demanding things of me. I'm always willing to listen to your suggestions, just no "You better add so-and-so into the story" or "I want to see my character in here".

I'll add who I want into the story and when I want.

That's all.

R&R peeps.