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.


7. Saying Goodbye



Edited :)


Phyre Gunner

Chapter Six.


There is something melancholic of watching your mother cry as she holds your older brother, she is making this far too dramatic, I’m not dying, she’s not dying, not even when my father died she cried as much. Charles was behind me as I waited for the car to arrive so that we could leave. 


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

“I don’t, but 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 somehow happy that I was leaving. “I guess this is it mother, goodbye.”

“Oh Phyre.” My mother cried embracing me in a hug. “I’m going to miss you so much! You have to write me every single week, send me postcards, let me know how they are treating you. Everything!” 

“I’ll miss you too.” I said slowly letting my mother go “You have to be strong. So stop crying.”

“How can I be strong when my only daughter is leaving me?” My mother cried as she hugged Michael. 

“Just as you have been when your sons left you.” I replied and turned to stare at Michael. “It was good to see you. Please 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.




Sleeping in planes isn’t as comfy or nice as people make it seem on the movies, but then again, nothing is like the movies. I have no idea how long I slept for, or how I managed to get some sleep with the person next to me snoring like a bear. I half stared out the window, I could catch a glimpse of some lights, I guess that my new life was getting closer. 


“About ten minutes or less to land.” Charles replied. “Are you excited?”

“Absolutely.” I smiled. “This has always been my dream.”

“Why?” He questioned. “Why didn’t you like living with your mother?”

“Would you like living in a place where you were supposed to follow the footstep of someone else?” He shook his head. “My mother wanted for me to be perfect, her version of perfect.”

Charles nodded. “You wanted to be your father’s version of perfect?”

“I want to be my own version of perfect.” I shrugged. 

“I understand.” Charles replied. “Is that the reason you wanted to leave without a goodbye?”

“I wanted to leave without a goodbye because it would have been easier for them to forget about me.” I sighed. “I was nothing more than trouble for my mother, now she doesn’t have to worry about that.” I bit my lip. “I never really felt love for them either way, neither that they loved me. So there was no real reason to say goodbye.”

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