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.


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7. Saying Goodbye

 

I stood staring at my mother who was clenched in my brother’s arm as she cried. My brother had decided to stay until I left to keep some company to my mother. I had my backpack and handbag with me and Charles had said that my things were already shipped to London. 

 

“I think you should say goodbye.” Charles said. “I’ll wait for you at the gate.”

“If you say so.” I replied rolling my eyes. I walked to my mother and brother and stood there awkwardly, I’ve never been good with goodbyes, and I was happy that I was leaving. “Goodbye mom.”

“Oh Phyre.” My mother cried embracing me in a hug. “I’m going to miss you so much!” 

“I’ll miss you too.” I said pushing my mother away from me. “You have to be strong. So stop crying.”

“How can I be strong when my only daughter is leaving me?” My mother asked.

“Just as you have been when your sons left you.” I replied staring at Michael. “See ya Michael. Tell Lucy I said hi.”

“I will.” Michael replied. “Good luck in London.”

“I don’t believe in luck and you know that.” I replied and walked away from them. 

 

I made my way to the gate where Charles was waiting for me. Today was the day everyone was waiting for. My mother didn’t have to worry about her daughter being sent off to military school, my brothers didn’t have to worry about my mother having a heart attack, and I didn’t have to worry about my mother or my brothers or anyone at all. 

 

“You seem happy to leave.” Charles commented. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to leave.” I said. “I had always wanted for my father to take me with him.”

“He never did that because he wasn’t allowed.” Charles said. “He also said about bringing you with him, you could help him a lot.”

“Charles.” I said. “How well did you know my father?”

“I was his helper.” Charles replied. “I was always with him.”

“What happened to him?” I questioned. “No one ever told me.”

“He saved my life.” Charles replied. 

“Oh.” I said and stared out the window.

 

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I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms. I had no idea where I was or what time it was. I turned to my left and Charles was sleeping there, and to my right there was an old person eating some French fries...

 

“Excuse ma’am.” I said catching the attention of the old lady.

“Yes?” She replied.

“Do you know what time is it?” I asked.

“Half past six.” The lady replied. “We are supposed to land in twenty minutes.” 

“Thank you.” I smiled and closed my eyes once again. 

“Was it hard to say goodbye?”  The lady asked.

“Say goodbye?” I questioned. “To whom.”

“To your family.” The lady said.

“No.” I replied. 

“Why?” The lady asked. 

“Because-” I said and stopped to think. “I really don’t know.”

 

I really don’t know why it wasn’t hard, maybe because I don’t consider them my family.

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