Phyre Gunner: The Spy (Editing Process)

Phyre Gunner. Teenager. Rebel. Spy. Troublemaker. Genius. American. Genetically Perfect.

After the passing of her father, Phyre became the imperfect daughter. After too many detentions and schools, LSA comes looking for the one person that can help them save the world, the same person that is genetically perfect, Phyre Gunner.


26. A New Life Again


I rolled on my new bed and hit the wall. I sighed and opened my eyes staring at the ceiling. From the light that came through the crack from the curtains, I could say it was still night time and approximately, two in the morning. 


I climbed down from my bed and made my way out of the room. There was no way that I could sleep when ALLA was still out there. I quietly made my way towards the living room where I had left my laptop. As I approached I heard hushed voices talking. 


“Why is there a teen here Michael?” A woman’s voice questioned. 

“I need to take care of her.” Michael replied. 

“Why?” The woman asked. 

“Because.” Michael sighed. “She’s the daughter of the man who saved me.”

“What do you mean?” The woman whispered. 

“She’s the daughter of the person who saved me.” Michael repeated. “I need to take care of her. I promised it to him.”

“So we have to pretend to be the parents of a teen?” The woman questioned.

“Yes.” Michael replied. 


What on earth? Was Michael married? If I was supposed to be in a hide-out, wouldn’t it mean that I wasn’t supposed to leave the house? I was returning to my room when I accidentally bumped into a table and made some noise. I stopped dead on tracks and waited to see if someone moved towards the hallway. 


“Keep it quiet.” Michael said. “Someone’s on the hallway.”


I panicked, never in my life I have been caught sneaking around. I had to make a quick plan to lie about why was I roaming the hallways such early in the morning.


“Michael?” I questioned. 

“Phyre?” Michael said as he turned on the light, blinding me momentarily.

“Why do I hear voices?” I rubbed my eyes. 

“You could listen?” The woman asked appearing on the scene. 

“Yeah.” I replied. “Who are you?”

“I’m Mariana.” The woman replied. “Michael’s spouse.”

“You’re married.” I asked Michael in surprise.

“Is it so surprising?” Michael questioned in reply.

“Yeah!” I exclaimed. “You don’t wear a ring!”

“We don’t wear the ring on our hand.” Mariana replied. “We wear them on our necks.” She added pulling out a necklace with a ring on it. 

“Oh.” I said. “Nice to meet you.”

“Same said.” Mariana smiled. “Why don’t we all go to bed, and get to know each other better over breakfast?”

“Sure.” Michael replied. “Phyre?”

“Nights.” I smiled and walked back to my new bedroom. 


Wow. I never expected for Michael to be married. So we are going to pretend to be a lovely family? Is that woman out of her mind? She’s going to hate me. I am more than sure of that, every woman hates me. 


This is the one thing I hate about being a spy. The fact that you need to start new life every now and then, and it seems more when you start liking your old life...

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