*Rhiannon’s P.O.V*
I pulled on my black skinny jeans, black knee- high boots, black tank top, black v- neck shirt, black scarf, and my black fedora. My hair was down in my natural waves and I had no makeup on, I prefer the natural look on the job. I grabbed my gear and walked out the door, into my lime green mustang and drove off. I drove the 15 min to my destination, the Jr. Spy headquarters. That’s right I am an archery, sword, and gun specialist and am the best in the field. I am only 16 years old, but have been doing this forever. My dad is the chief spy in the academy; he is the best spy ever. My name is Rhiannon, I live in London, England, and I am a spy.
I walked into the headquarters, and headed to the indoor range. I went to my office (just cause I’m special and my dad ROCKS!!) and dropped my stuff on the black leather couch. It had Black, Turquoise, purple, and lime green circles on the wall. The glass desk was in the middle, and a big black fluffy chair behind it. I had two chairs in front of it, and a fireplace behind my desk. I had little trinkets and stuff all over my office, but my favorite place was the little library I had in the corner. I took the back left corner and turned it into a private library. It had three bookshelves forming part of a square and a purple fuzzy rug with black, turquoise, lime green, and zebra beanbags and chairs (it was pretty big). I also had a walk-in closet in the right corner, I walked in to my weapon case and grabbed my bow and pistol. I put the pistol in my holster and hesitated to grab my knife. But after a quiet argument in my head I stuffed into its special hiding place, my boot. I headed out of my office to the range; I like to come here when I’m bored or need to calm down. Right now I’m just bored; I walked down to the farthest target and set up my arrows and bow. I put my arm guard on and my finger protectors, I picked up my black bow with lime green accents and started to shoot. I shot all 20 of my arrows and headed down to observe what I hit, I was walking down when someone jumped in front of me and yelled,
“BOO!!”
“Agghhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Troy doubled over holding his stomach, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.
“TROY!!” I yelled
“What?” he gasped
I hit him playfully in the arm and walked to retrieve my arrows, he followed still trying to breathe. Troy was my cousin/ wannabe brother. He and I are always hanging out, he is what keeps me from killing people. Yes, I am very short tempered but I also am laid back. I can be cool and fun to hang with, unless you make me mad. I observed the target that I hit all bull’s-eyes. I may be young, but I am one of the best archers in the whole agency. I retrieved them and walked back to where my bow was with Troy on my heels.
“That was hilarious; you should’ve seen your face.” He said
“Ha, ha, ha very funny.” I smirked
But just as I was about to set my arrows back up, I heard my dad call me from his office.
“RHIANNON!?!?” he called
“Uggggggghhhhh” I groaned
“Have fun.” Troy smirked
I picked up my arrows replaced them in the quiver, put my bow over my shoulder and trudged to my dad’s office. He was reading a file when I walked in, I sat down and set my bow on his desk. He noticed someone has entered his office so he looked up.
“Ah, Rhiannon,” He exclaimed “How have you been?”
Even though he’s my father he likes to keep things professional at the office. I giggled, he said the same thing when I came down to eat breakfast this morning. Even though my mom died on an mission a couple years ago, my dad didn’t live in the past. He had a couple moths grieving, but then he pulled himself together for the agency. He smiled,
