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.


9. Let's Get Started


So? How about I narrate my first day of school? Yeah, I will totally do that. 

So let’s see, London Academy, by far the most expensive private school there is here, where all the spoiled kids attend. Which leaves me, with a huge urge to kick them all square in the face. The other thing, is that the goddamn uniform is a skirt, good thing? I can wear whatever shoes I please. 


So I’m going to stop rambling about the school, and tell you about the first day in the new hell. So as expected, I woke up, got ready and left to school with Tyler. Once there, we walked inside the campus, and everyone turned to observe the new girl that came with Tyler Right, one of the most popular kid from school.

Around three guys came up to me, and asked me if I needed help with my books, and that they could help me, many girls started at me like if I was a freak show or something, and yeah, I made a couple of teacher like me, whilst other hate me because I replied with a bit of sarcasm when they asked me questions, the good thing was that I didn’t get detention, and I didn’t kill anyone. 


After the painful hours of school, I was taken to the LSA building, where they told me what my job was, which I already knew, and where I was my desk located. They gave me my father’s office, and there I could see that he had millions of photos of the family, there were three of my brothers, and the rest where mine. 


“He loved you so much.” Michael said as he entered the office.

“I can see that.” I replied. 

“Are you sure you want to start this, and hack into his things?” Michael asked.

“It’s not like I have an option.” I replied. “Plus, if I don’t do this, I have no idea how I’m going to survive.”

“What do you mean?” Michael questioned.

“I’m dying to know if my father was using the ideas I gave him. He told me that they were awesome, but that he couldn’t make them all reality.”

“I’m pretty sure he used them all.” Michael said. “He had at least 25 new ideas for weapons, and other things.”

“What are you supposed to be doing?” I questioned.

“Getting you settled.” Michael replied. “Do you need anything?”

“I need another laptop.” I replied. “One that is only mine?”

“Yeah, it is inside the closet.” Michael replied pointing at the closet.


I nodded and walked to the closet. I opened it and found, a bunch of diaries and the new MacBook Pro laying there. I grabbed the laptop and set it, so that I could start working on hacking into my father’s work.


“How are you going to hack from another computer?” Michael questioned. 

“It’s quite simple.” I replied. “It’s far more easier than hacking from the same computer, because it might shut down and delete all the information after various attempts.”

“That explains why a lot of our hackers can’t get the information.” Michael sighed and I chuckled.

“Are you going to stay here and observe me hack?” I questioned and he nodded.

“I want to take your time.” Michael replied.

“Fine by me.” I replied and started working.


Three minutes and thirty-seconds later, I had already hacked into my fathers computer and work, and I realized that all the ideas I gave him, were ‘in process’ or ‘in progress’. 


This is going to be an extremely great life.

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