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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17. Weekend with Tyler Part 3

 

“So you are telling me that there is someone trying to eliminate you?” Tyler questioned as I dragged him back to the hotel. 

“Yes,” I replied. “Just like they did with my father.”

“What are you going to do exactly?” Tyler asked. 

“I’m going to figure out who the hell he is, what the hell is ALLA and why the hell do they want me dead.” I replied.

“I’m heading to the pool.” Tyler said. 

“Tyler.” I whined. “There is someone, or a bunch of someones who are trying to kill me and you are going to the pool? Are you out of your mind? They will go after you as well.”

“But we are supposed to be in vacation!” Tyler whine. “Gosh I fucking hate your life.”

“Excuse me?” I asked furrowing my eyebrows. “Why would you ‘fucking’ hate my life when you don’t even live it?”

“Because it always ruins everything.” Tyler shouted and slammed the door to his room.

 

I groaned and grabbed the phone. I had to speak with Mr. Right.

 

 

 

I spoke with Mr. Right about what I had found out, and he told me that he was coming to pick us up personally. I fell bad for Tyler, I mean he was really enjoying this vacations, and I was really enjoying them as well, saying, I needed some well deserved vacations. 

 

“Why is my father coming?” Tyler barked at me. 

“Because we are in danger.” I replied. “Or I am, which means that you are as well.”

“You know what Phyre.” Tyler said standing right in front me. “Ever since you came, life at the house has been totally different. I was like super excited that I was going to have another teen around, you know, someone with whom I could talk go to parties and such, but you are just like my father, a workaholic and now when we have bonding time, you decide to stick your nose up to some lame ass dude who was simply following us, and you find out they want to kill you. Yes, I get it that you like your work and stuff, but why don’t you let it come to you? You’re just a teen, you shouldn’t be doing the things you are doing! Hell! You should be drinking, having fun, partying, pretending to care about school when you don’t, breaking guys hearts. You’re supposed to be living your life, not trying to save the world.” 

 

I sat there staring at Tyler, he seemed pretty pissed, and now I could understand, he was lonely, and he hated that feeling. 

 

“I’m sorry.”  I replied. “Sorry for being the way I am, it’s just that I was raised that way.  I had three older brothers who were prefect and everything, so I had to do something to make my parents proud, so I began doing what my father did, as neither of my brothers seemed to care. I have no idea how to be different, because I am used to the life I have Tyler. I’m sorry you feel lonely, but try being judge by your whole town, and hated by everyone.” I replied walking to my room. “If you want to spend time with me, just tell me. I don’t have a lot of things to do at the office, I basically have all the work from the next two months done by now.” I slammed the door. 

 

I blame it on the hormones.

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