Young Writers Society

Okay, I hope this isn't too cliche, it may seem like that in the beginning but all I can say it's not what it seems. It's my first so wish me luck.

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The vibration of the car pulsated through Ella’s skull as she pressed her forehead to the cold glass window of the black Sudan. The warm rays of summer countered the chill the glass brought to Ela’s skin. It was the first week of summer, and she already hated it.

It wasn't that Ella hated summer; she just didn’t like wasting it.

Well, her parents wouldn't say she was wasting it. Her family had decided to send her to a youth detective/spy/agent/ whatever else helped America, program for the few months before school started up again. You see, her parents worked for the F.B.I and C.I.A, (a weird mix I know) and they decided to give her some kind of aptitude test that she scored highly on and now she was enrolled in some program to help the World.

Okay maybe that’s an exaggeration, not the whole world, but definitely some city or county or whatnot. The point is she really didn’t care, she just didn’t want to go, but she had to. Don’t get the wrong idea, Ella would love to help the town or city or whatnot, it’s just she couldn’t get rid of the feeling that this was all some big scam and it was just another class on how to spot ‘bad guys’ and what to do in case of a fire.

What really stinks is that she is attending this program and she couldn’t drive yet. Well technically she could, her parents, Fiona and Jeff, just don’t want her too, and that is a story for another time. I better learn how to shoot a gun in this program because if I don’t then I can positively say that my summer is wasted. Ella thought, only to be interrupted by her mother.

“Remember dear, you are very young but you have to realize this is the real world and some adult agents won’t treat you like a child.” Fiona comforted her child, well at least she tried too, as they pulled up to the office building that seemed a little too normal to be an F.B.I base.

The reassuring and oddly maternal phrase seemed a bit odd coming from the mouth of a woman who had probably shot around a dozen men. Fiona was tall with hair as red as the setting sun. Her features were sharp and her glance held daggers. The comforting phrase seemed all too forced to be genuine, so Ella didn’t feel the least bit reassured.

Ella only inherited a few features from her mother, the curly red hair and pale complexion, her striking blue eyes came from her father, yet unlike both her parents, she was a petite girl around the 5’4” mark. She also had a very feminine body, neither from mother or father.

“Mom, I’ll be fine. I’m not a child. I’m sixteen, not six.” Ella whined, trying to keep her voice low as she entered the building. There was nothing but a hallway that led to a single office and an elevator, which surprised her. She expected to see more people in suits or bad guys in handcuffs and, well, stuff that was more intimidating. Yet the only thing intimidating here was the cream colored wallpaper that started to fade.

“Wait here Ella, I need to check with a few people I’ll be right back.” Fiona assured her daughter waiting for a response, but proceeding through the door after a few moments without getting as much as a nod. "Please keep an open mind." Was the last thing her mother said before disappearing through the door. Ella crossed her hands over her chest and let out a frustrated sigh. A few minutes had passed and still her mother had not yet returned. Ella started to pace the hallway until she heard footsteps. Unfortunately they were coming from outside.

A few moments later a couple of guys walked in. One looked to be around the same age as Ella, and the other was most certainly his father. He was a tall and brutish man, but he had handsome features, which his son had obviously inherited. This man certainly looked like an F.B.I agent, with a mysterious aura that surrounded him. He looked at Ella with a flash of recognition in his eyes. Every staff member knew Ella, and why she was here, The pieces were falling into place and it was Ela ho had to finish the puzzle.

“Justin wait here, we’re early.” He said in a clipped and rushed voice to his son who seemed to focus all his attention on Ella. “Yeah, sure dad.” He slurred. “I’ll only be a few minutes.” Was the last thing Justin’s father said before leaving, disappearing into the room that Fiona had, just a few minutes earlier.

“So are you in the program too?” Justin asked, walking up to Ella with a confident smile and cocky attitude. He was a tall, and well fit dude, with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He towered inches above Ella, six at the most. “Yes, and you?” Ella continued, with a teasing intention. Allowing herself to have some fun. “Hmm, looking at you I can conclude that you probably don’t want to be here.” He assumed. Leaning against the wall with a playful smirk.

“Well, you got that right." Ella snorted, amused by his playful antics. "I'm guessing you want to be here." She stated with a smile inching closer to him unintentionally.

“Oh yeah. This is an F.B.I program, it’s the bomb.” Justin exclaimed cheerily.

“It’s probably nothing but a prevention course on how to spot the bad guys and what to do incase of emergencies.” Ella scoffed, but it didn’t seem to deflate Justin’s optimism.

“Probably, but it's all worth it if we get to be around hot F.B.I girls.” He snickered. Ella shook her head disapprovingly. 'This might not be so bad after all.' She thought, Justin's optimistic nature was rubbing off on her.

“Who are as old as your mother.” Ella pointed out and Justin seemed to take that into consideration with a slight frown. "Don't worry, you always have me." Ella laughed, this statement seemed to lift his spirits immensely.

“So what’s your name?” Justin asked, smiling sweetly.

“Ella.” She responded.

“It’s nice to meet you Ella, I’m Justin.” Justin remarked as if Ella didn’t hear his father state his name earlier.