Author: MissBartram PM
This time around, Hazel will have to push herself to the limit when more danger comes her way. And that doesn't even include her ever confusing relationship with Mr Creed. Will she be able to cope with the dangers that come with being a teenage spy?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Chapters: 17 - Words: 83,788 - Reviews: 63 - Favs: 21 - Follows: 28 - Updated: 02-09-13 - Published: 07-04-11 - id: 2929583
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Sequel to Brooksworth Academy.
After all the events during the first couple of months of her sixth year at Brooksworth Academy, you would've of thought that Hazel Daleston would be able to just get on with the rest of the school year without a hitch. Think again. Not only is her extremely complicated relationship with her chemistry teacher, Mr Creed, put under a bit of strain, but Hazel's left with some extremely big hurdles to jump this time round. She'll have to cope with situations that she never thought she'd have to face and it won't be easy for her to get out of them unscathed. Hazel now has to face the consequences of choosing to be a teenage spy, which means three things - more drama, more risks and more danger.
Brush Pass – A brief encounter when information and/or an object are passed between agents.
In that moment, so much flew between us. In that moment, I knew that despite everything that said there shouldn't and couldn't be an 'us', he would be the only person that would fully understand me. He understood the reasons behind everything I did. And I knew he'd understand why I had to do what I was going to do right now. He saw straight through me and knew the difference between my cover and who I actually was. He was there for me when I needed him the most and I trusted him implicitly. Even if the worst came to the worst and we both didn't make it out of here in time, he'd be the one…and I hoped he knew that. He'd always be the one.
I made sure to keep the guy in the long, black coat in the corner of my eyes at all times. When I stopped to look at a nice coat that was on display in a shop window, I made sure I knew where he was. When I stopped to watch a busker in the street, I kept him in my sight. When I stopped to buy a hot chocolate from one of the stalls in the middle of the shopping centre, I watched him from the corner of my eye as he walked into a games shop. I smiled and thanked the cashier guy as he handed me my hot chocolate and my change, before turning around and casually sitting on a bench diagonally opposite the shop he'd walked into and then took a sip of my hot chocolate. The man stayed in there for a while and I was very glad I had chosen to wear my very warm military coat and I was very grateful that Mr Creed had given me his scarf because the late November weather was very harsh and unforgiving. You could tell that December was just around the corner. I snuggled my face a little more into Mr Creed's scarf and inhaled his intoxicating vanilla smell. A small smile spread across my face but I quickly wiped it off. Now was so not the time to be thinking about Mr Creed. I needed to be concentrating on the task ahead of me, not on him. But something told me that the thought of him would always be somewhere in the back of my mind, especially after the second time he'd kissed me, which was only a couple of weeks ago now. We'd settled into an unspoken agreement to just act like normal after that incident, but every now and then I'd catch his gaze and he'd send me a secretive, knowing smile that would make my heart flutter.
Shaking my head slightly, I pushed all thoughts of our last kiss and Mr Creed's smiles out of my mind. There'd be time to reminisce later. I focused on the chilliness of the air around me, attempting to keep my mind from drifting back to Mr Creed. That was the only problem with surveillance jobs – they required a lot of patience and you spent a lot of time waiting, so it was very hard not to let your mind wander. The rough wind was sending my brown hair flying around me in all directions and I was debating on tying it up into a ponytail, but I decided against it. That would make my face clearer to see and make me more recognisable.
While I waited for the man to come back outside, I scanned the crowd of shoppers that packed the street in between the large shops either side of it. They were all out here, trying to get their Christmas shopping done and out of the way. All the storefronts were already adorned with Christmas decorations and signs declaring their Christmas sales were 'now on'. Everyone was busily rushing in and out of different shops, trying to find the perfect present for people or simply looking for bargains. That's why I didn't look out of place sitting a bench drinking my hot chocolate with my shopping bags and looking all around me at the different shops. After all, there's nothing strange about a sixteen year old girl doing some Christmas shopping, now, is there? Well, for me, it felt incredibly strange, seeing as I was doing my Christmas shopping in the middle of my final test. Michael had told me to act completely natural and do whatever I'd usually do if I was wandering around a shopping centre. So, I thought, seeing as I was here, I should make the most of the opportunity. Yes, I was meant to be tailing a man and finding out who he picks up a briefcase from and then find out the three numbers written on the top of the said briefcase, not shopping for Christmas presents, but there was no harm in killing two birds with one stone, right?
As I finished my hot chocolate and put the Styrofoam cup into the bin, the man walked out of the games shop and made his way down the high street. I picked up my shopping bags and followed him, making sure that there was a good distance between us so he wouldn't get suspicious. While I tailed the man, I couldn't help but feel that this was a bit of an easy assignment for my final test. After all, the combat test had almost killed me and the tech one was seriously hard, even by my standards. So why, for my surveillance test, were they telling me to tail an unsuspecting member of the public who they knew was going to be receiving a briefcase ? Surely it couldn't be that easy, could it? That's when I started paying more attention to the man I was following. I watched his mannerisms and paid attention to the way he held himself, but it wasn't until he randomly turned around and started walking in the opposite direction he had been and I saw the way he scanned the crowd that I realised – he was an agent.
Casually I walked into the nearest shop, counted to twenty in my head and then walked back out and resumed my tailing of the man, the whole time mentally freaking out. Did he know that this was a test? Did he know that I was following him? No, I thought. They'd probably tell him that someone was tailing him, but they wouldn't say who. And he definitely didn't suspect me. He didn't give me a second glance when he scanned the crowd. So maybe, he wasn't onto me…yet. I didn't doubt that there would be a yet in that sentence. He was a fully trained agent who had already passed these tests, where as I was in the middle of them. He'd catch onto me sooner or later. But that wasn't going to stop me from at least trying to do this task without being caught out by him. I mean, I needed to pass these if I was going to receive my full operative status and become and activated agent. I didn't even want to think about what would happen to me if I screwed this up. Failing wasn't an option right now.
I watched closely as the man I was following swiftly reached down and picked up a briefcase that was placed next to the right leg of a man sitting down on a bench, reading a newspaper. The man sitting down glanced at black coat man for a split second before giving a small nod of his head that wouldn't be noticeable to anyone else and then carrying on reading his newspaper. Once black coat man was a good distance away from him, I made my way over to the newspaper guy and walked past him slowly, but not too slowly so it would be suspicious. I took in every detail of the man, looking for any clue as to what his name could be or what company he could be working for. That's when he brought the newspaper down for a moment and I caught a glimpse of a small name tag that was clipped to the left side of his blazer. Timothy Morgan. Managing Director. Portages Inc., I read and memorised. Satisfied with that information, I picked up my pace and managed to catch up with the black coat man. My mind frantically raced for a plan to somehow get the numbers written on the top of the briefcase. I couldn't just walk up behind him and have a look. He was an agent! An older, more experienced agent! He would totally know that something was up if I just went and did that. In fact, anyone would know something was up if I did that to them.
So as I desperately tried to think of a plan, my mind suddenly shot back to earlier that week when I had been in the training room with Mr Creed. We had been going over some offensive manoeuvres and just started to pack away, when he had started telling me about one of his earlier missions when he had to tail someone and extract information from them about nuclear codes, without them knowing that he was trying to get the information.
"How exactly did you do that?" I asked him, while attempting to pick up one of the big mats that we used to fall on if we took a big hit. So, basically they're the mats Mr Creed throws me onto. "I mean, surely they would've found it a bit odd if you just walked up to them and started a conversation. I know I would find that really weird if someone did that to me." Mr Creed laughed at me struggling with the mat before coming over to take the other end and help me pick it up.
"Hazel, I didn't just walk up to him and start a conversation," Mr Creed said, helping me carry the matt over to the wall where all the other mats were. I looked over at him and tilted my head to the side quizzically – silently asking how he did it. Mr Creed chuckled at me again, before smiling at me. "It's not about you approaching the target, Hazel. It's about putting yourself in a position when the target approaches you."
A smile crept across my face when I had finished thinking back at that little memory. I knew exactly what I was going to do now.
I navigated my way around the other busy shoppers so that I was in front of black coat man. When I was sure I was in his eye line, I stopped where I was and looked around me helplessly. From the corner of my eye, I saw the man glance at me before doing a double take and looking around at everyone else whilst he kept glancing back to me. Eventually, he walked over to me with a kind look on his face and smiled.
"Hello, young lady, are you alright?" he asked. I smiled sheepishly at him, pretending to be a little embarrassed, yet grateful that he'd come to my aid. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I was so scared that I would screw this up. One wrong word here and he'd totally know that I was tailing him. I took a deep breath to calm myself before looking up at him and biting my lip nervously.
"Err, not really. I'm kind of lost. You don't happen to know where the long stay car park is, do you?" The man laughed and nodded his head. I smiled back at him gratefully and pretended to listen to the directions that he was reeling off, nodding at regular intervals. I already knew exactly where the car park was. It was where Mr Creed and Martin had dropped me off and briefed me. It was also where I had to go once I'd gotten the information I needed. That was why it made sense to ask him where the car park was. I was going to be heading that way anyway, might as well make it look like I was following his directions.
"…so then you make a left at HMV and then it's straight ahead," he said, finishing off the directions and then smiling at me. I tilted my head down slightly and the brought my hand up to brush my hair out of my face, but as I did so, I glanced down at the briefcase in his hand and memorized the three numbers written on the top of it, using the hair that was in front of my face as a shield so he wouldn't see where my eyes were going. 417, I read in my head and then looked back up at the man and returned his smile.
"Thank you!" I replied brightly. "You really are a live saver. I best go now, my mum's picking up from there. Thanks again!"
"Glad to be of service," he said before giving me a nod and then carrying on walking to where ever he was going. Smiling, I turned on my heel and made my way to the car park. I still made the occasional stop to look in a shop window and I even managed to buy one of the CD's Tristan wanted for Christmas…you know, so I didn't look suspicious.
As I rounded the corner and found myself in the car park, a flash of red hair caught my eye. I span around and for a split second I was going to call out the name 'Mrs Monroe' because, for that split second, all the events of last month didn't cross my mind. For that moment, I sincerely believed that my old head teacher was still alive and that she was merely out here amongst everyone else, shopping for Christmas gifts. Then the sudden realisation that everything that had happened in that warehouse on the other side of this town had actually happened, and wasn't some sort of deranged nightmare, came crashing down on me. But my face didn't show the sudden ache of sorrow I felt; I just turned around and carried on walking.
Part of me knew why I was sad about what had happened. She had been my head teacher for a good five years of my life. For the majority of that I saw her as someone to admire and look up to – someone to aspire to be like. But underneath it all she was nothing like that, she was the complete opposite. I wasn't sad because of what had happened (even though it had been a pretty depressing scenario). I was sad because she wasn't who I thought she was. I was mourning the loss of that more than anything.
But then the other part of me, the spy part of me that was constantly growing more prominent every day, was telling me that I shouldn't be dwelling on what happened. After all, no one else did. When I walked back into HQ after being given the all clear to resume training all I got were a couple of 'I'm glad you're better's and then it was business as usual. No one said a word about what had happened or even mentioned Mrs Monroe or Tom. Martin told me that they were hunting for a suitable operative to assume the post of head teacher, but that was the closest we ever got to the subject of the incidents that had happened. Everyone else had moved on and I knew that I should too, but that was proving to be a lot harder to put into practice.
I walked up to the sleek, black range rover that was parked in the far corner of the car park and just as I was about to reach my hand out to grab the door handle of the back seat, the door swung open to reveal a very happy Michael. He looked at me with a huge Cheshire cat grin in a very similar fashion to the way he had when I had first met him. He sat there, quite content, and just stared at me, waiting for me to say something. I smiled at him before opening my mouth and relaying the information that I was meant to have gathered.
"Supplier was Timothy Morgan, managing director of Portages incorporated and…four, one, seven," I said, making my smile a little brighter. Michael's eyes flashed to the driver's seat and mine followed until they rested on Martin who was pressing his index finger against his ear and giving me a small smile.
"Brilliant, Hazel, just brilliant," he said, nodding at me.
"Yes, very well done, but what's with all the shopping bags?" Mr Creed asked from the front passenger seat. My eyes flashed to him and my smile quickly turned to a cheeky one.
"I had to do some shopping, so I didn't look suspicious, you know? Everyone else out there was carrying shopping bags. A sixteen year old girl walking around without any would just be plain weird, wouldn't it?" Mr Creed chuckled along with Martin and Michael as he nodded his head and flashed me a quick smile. "Anyway, where's Emily?" I asked, voicing the fact that the blonde was nowhere to be seen in the car.
"She was needed down in London," Martin answered. "They actually need Michael and me too, so Cedric will be driving you back to Brooksworth seeing as you both need to be there." I glanced over to Mr Creed and he winked at me causing me to blush, but luckily my cheeks were already red from the cold weather, so I don't think anyone noticed. "So, we'll see you soon…agent Daleston."
"Hey, I don't know whether I've passed the exams yet! They still might not take me and then you'll have to use those memory altering sweets that the gadget department have been working on," I replied, winking at Martin causing him to laugh. I think the shock on Michael and Mr Creed's face was mirrored on my own. Martin just…laughed. As in, a laugh like sound was emitted from his mouth and a smile was on his face. There was no way it could have been anything else. Don't get me wrong, Martin isn't all doom and gloom, he's just very serious. A smile is rare from him, let alone an actual laugh. I glanced over to Michael who was staring at Martin with absolute disbelief on his face and I couldn't help but giggle.
"Hazel, they are definitely going to accept you. There's no question about it," Martin said to me once he had stopped laughing and he smiled proudly. "But we'll know for sure in about ten minutes. They'll tell me your official status and I'll inform you as soon as I find out. Anyway, Michael and I should be heading off now. See you two tomorrow." With that obvious dismissal, Mr Creed hopped out of the front seat and I took a couple of steps back, letting Michael get out of the back seat and move into the front, but not before he ruffled my hair and gave me a little wink. As Mr Creed and Michael passed each other they tapped fists, making me roll my eyes.
"Come on, let's get moving!" I said to Mr Creed, turning and walking in the direction of his Aston Martin that was parked a couple of spaces away. I heard him chuckle behind me and then jingle his car keys in his hand. When we got to his car we both walked around to the boot and Mr Creed opened it for me, helping me put my shopping bags in. One of his hands reached for a bag and pulled on one of the handles before peering inside of it. Quickly, I slapped his hand away and gave him a scolding look. "No peeking," I said sternly and reached up to close the boot door.
"Why? Is there something for me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I smirked at him and winked before walking round and getting in the passenger side. Honestly, I had gotten him a little something for Christmas. It was just a tie and a watch I thought he'd like, plus I'd also bought something for Michael, Emily and Martin so it wasn't a big deal, really. Well, that's at least how I hoped it would come across as because, truthfully, I'd put a lot of thought into what I got for him.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Martin and Michael drive past us, heading for the car park exit and I gave them a small wave before fastening my seatbelt. Mr Creed got into the car and quickly started the engine in order to get the heating on. I sighed thankfully and put my hands over the heaters as Mr Creed pulled out of the car park and onto the main road. We sat in a comfortable silence for a bit, until a loud ringing sound filling the car. My eyes immediately went to the dashboard and I watched as Mr Creed pressed a button above his car radio and then it flipped over to reveal the touch screen panel that I was now getting accustomed to seeing. The number 669 flashed up on the screen and I looked at it confused for a moment, until Mr Creed said "Martin." He reached forward and tapped the screen lightly and the next thing I knew my ears were filled with the sound of someone screaming…or, more precisely, someone by the name of Michael screaming congratulations. Mr Creed and I shared an amused look with each other.
"Alright, calm down Michael. You make it sound like I've just won the lottery or something," I said, laughing.
"No, but you just got made an official agent. I think the odds of that are considerably lower than winning the lottery!" he cried, making me laugh.
"Yeah, you might be right about that," I replied, turning my head so I could look out of my window. A smile was fixed firmly onto my lips and I didn't have any intention of removing it from there.
"But don't think that's the end of your tests, Hazel," said Martin, now. "In the summer you'll have another set of tests to see how you've developed as an agent. The results of those tests will affect your ranking and if you do well, you'll be eligible to be on loan to MI6."
"On loan to MI6?" I asked, turning away from the window and looking at Mr Creed. He glanced at me and smiled as he made a left turn.
"That means that, if requested, you'll be able to do missions for MI6. You'll go abroad and do some spy work there, most likely with other, American agents. We work closely with the CIA," he explained.
I nodded and smiled at him before replying. "Awesome."
"Yes and seeing as Cedric's also available for loan to MI6, if you pass those tests and get given that status, he's be the one who'd most likely be accompanying you," Martin said. "Anyway, we just wanted to tell you the good news. See you later agents Creed and Daleston." With that, Martin hung up. Mr Creed leaned forward and pressed the button again, causing the touch screen to flip over and reveal the radio again. Mr Creed and I fell back into a comfortable silence as he drove us back to Brooksworth.
His vanilla scent had completely filled the car by now and the smell of it was only strengthened by the fact that I was still wearing his scarf. I knew that I'd have to give it back to him eventually and I was already feeling reluctant to part with it. I stole a couple of glances at him from the corner of my eye and I couldn't help but smile when I saw the stubble that lined his jaw. He'd donned the stubble look for a while now and I just loved how rugged it made him look. Apparently a lot of the other girls in the school agreed with the fact that it made him look a lot hotter because it was all Charlotte could talk about for ages. Actually, he'd been rocking the stubble look since my little outburst at the beginning of the month. He couldn't be doing it just because I said I like it…could he? I questioned in my head. But then my thoughts got side tracked to the incident that happened after my little outburst of how much I loved Mr Creed's stubble – the kiss. Our second kiss, to be precise. The memory of his lips on mine and how right it had felt had plagued my daydreams and my thoughts since it happened. I couldn't help but smile and bite my lip as the memory of it replayed in my mind, but I was sharply brought out of it by the sound of Mr Creed chuckling. I looked over at him and saw him glancing at me and still chuckling quietly.
"What's so funny?" I asked, curious as to why he had suddenly just started laughing. It really wasn't like him to laugh at nothing. Michael? Maybe. But Mr Creed? Definitely not.
"Five," he said, smiling as he drove.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
"One." I stared at him for a moment, thoroughly confused as to what that had been about. That's when realisation came crashing down on me and all the emotions that I should have felt five minutes ago flooded into me.
"Oh my freaking God! I'm a spy!" I cried with my eyes open wide and a huge grin plastered on my face. My whole body was surging with happiness, anticipation and a hell of a lot of adrenaline. I just couldn't help but smile. Mr Creed full out laughed at my little outburst and shook his head.
"Really, Hazel? I never knew that! How long have you been a spy?" he asked, sarcastically when his laughter died down.
"Shut up! It just took a little while to sink, that's all," I replied, my smile slowly fading and being replaced by a small pout as I turned to look out of the windshield. We were on a long stretch of road with farmer's fields either side of it, meaning that we were very close to Brooksworth now.
"So, you excited for Christmas then?" Mr Creed asked.
"Hell yes!" I replied, breaking out of my little sulk immediately. "I can't wait to go home and spend time with the family – especially Oliver. He's going back for another posting with the RAF soon, so I want to make the most of the time I'll get to see him. Plus, Christmas at my house is always amazing. We don't have the rest of my family come over, so it's just mum, dad, Oli and me, but that's what makes it better I think. We get to spend time with just each other. Mum makes the best Christmas dinner ever and dad just acts like a big kid and messes around with me and Oli. It's awesome." I smiled fondly at the memories of last Christmas before turning to look at Mr Creed. "What are you doing for Christmas, sir?"
Mr Creed smiled even more as he drove before replying "I'm going home to spend time with the family too. Although, ours isn't quite as intimate as yours. We have my aunties and uncles come over and they bring their family, but it's alright because my mum makes enough food for an army! It's delicious though. Coming home to my mum's cooking was definitely one of my favourite things when I was growing up." He paused and his smile brightened slightly. It was easy to see that he was getting lost in a fond memory and I couldn't help but smile at seeing him like this. He didn't open up often, but when he did, it was a lovely thing to see. "But this year Kelly is taking me to spend a bit of Christmas day with her new boyfriend. He hasn't passed the big brother test yet and I think Kelly thought bringing me to meet him on Christmas would make me ease up on him. She was so wrong." I laughed along with him at that last comment.
"That should be interesting," I said, smiling. Mr Creed nodded in agreement, still smiling as he pulled into the front gates of Brooksworth and began to drive around to the staff car park.
"But you enjoy this Christmas with your family. You never know, this time next year you could be on a mission in a foreign country and have to spend Christmas there." My eyes widened when he said that and shock filled me. Why hadn't I thought of that when Mr Creed mentioned it earlier? I wouldn't be able to see my family or any of my friends. I'd miss birthdays, Christmas, New Years and they wouldn't even know the real reason why I wasn't able to be there. But that was all part of the job, wasn't it? I had known that I'd have to lie to everyone when I said I'd do this. But for some reason, lying while I was in a different country seemed to bother me a bit more than just lying normally. The shock and concern must have been apparent on my face because when Mr Creed parked his car and pulled his keys out, he looked at me and said "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned anything about it." He reached over and put his hand on mine, rubbing circles into the back of it with his thumb. "Just concentrate on the here and now, eh? We'll cross that little bridge when we come to it. But I suppose going abroad all depends on whether you pass those tests in the summer…but you will, because you're amazing." I looked up at him and smiled. My smile was soon joined by a blush when he winked at me. "Well come on, Hazel. We can't stay in this car forever and I'm sure you'd like to spend the rest of your Saturday with Tristan and Charlotte," he said, letting go of my hand, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car swiftly.
As I unbuckled my seatbelt a sudden lost feeling came over me. I had no idea what I was meant to do now. For a while these tests had been my goal and the thing I was so concentrated on achieving. I kind of saw them as the end and never really thought about what would happen when they were finished. So now I just felt kind of…lost…goalless. I had no idea what was going to happen.
Mr Creed came around to my side of the car and opened my door for me. I looked up at him and returned the smile he was giving me and got out. He shut the door for me and when he turned around to look at me, I spoke.
"The tests, there were just the beginning weren't they, sir?" Mr Creed looked down at me and smirked.
"Of course," he replied, putting his hand on the small of my back, guiding me back into the school building. "It also gets a lot more dangerous from here," he added. I gave a breathy laugh at that comment, but I wasn't entirely sure whether he was joking or not. "Anyway, you get to meet your new head teacher tomorrow. That should be…fun." I looked up at him curiously, noting the obvious sarcasm in that last sentence.
"You not a fan?" I asked him. Mr Creed kept his gaze fixed firmly on the other end of the corridor when he spoke.
"Let's just say that I'm not jumping up and down with excitement." He looked down at me and winked, making me blush…again. I began to wonder if I'd ever learn to not blush when Mr Creed winked, but immediately dismissed the thought. It was obvious I wouldn't. He'd always have this effect on me, no matter what I did. "Right, I'll see you later, Hazel," Mr Creed said and then I realised that we had stopped outside his classroom. I turned to him and then reached up to my neck with the intention of unwinding his scarf, but he reached out and grabbed my hands, stopping me. "No, you can keep it for a bit." As he let go of me and dropped his hand, I smiled at him and watched as he smiled back at me.
"Ok, see you later, sir," I said and gave him a small wave which he returned with another wink as I turned and walked down the corridor. I was thinking about how I was going to pop into the kitchens and see if the cooks would let me pinch a biscuit or something before I went to the student lounge and relaxed for a bit, when I walked straight into the path of a very serious and very angry Charlotte.
"Best friend meeting. Now," she said forcefully and turned on her heel to walk back to our dorm room. Sighing, I slowly trailed behind her. I could never have a quiet moment now, could I?
Hello all! :D Is it weird to say that I've missed you guys? Well, if it is then consider me weird because I have. But here I am now, updating again! XD Ahhh, just like the good old times ;) I know that this first chapter may seem a bit boring, but all stories have to start somewhere don't they? Trust me, it'll get more interesting :P
Anyway, onto the winner of the competition I had :) I loved all the entries and it was really hard when I had to sit down with my friend JewFro and try and pick a winner. It ended up with a three way tie breaker, so my friend deeejay threw in her opinion and eventually we all came to a decision. So a HUGE congratulations to Zoe Sutton (Zoethebabe15)! :D My friends and I really did like your idea. Even though it was a seriously close call between three of the entries, yours came out on top, so well done ;) I will be writing your character into the story soon and I will send you an e-mail when the first chapter with your character in is going to be posted :) I would like to say a big thank you to everyone who entered! And I actually did love all of your entries, so my personal favourites from the character that were submitted will probably get a little passing mention in one of the chapters ;D
So, what have I been up to all this time when I haven't been uploading? Well, I have been writing and planning bits of Brush Pass so I have an idea about what's happening to Hazel this time around :P There are a couple of things that I knew I just had to do in this one – especially the ending. When I was thinking through the plot and thinking about what the main event in this one could be, I just knew I had to do this. So it's going to be cool to see your reactions when I do that :P Ummmm, what else? Oh yeah, I also had my prom on the 2nd of July. It was totally amazing and I had the best time ever! I totally loved it :D Yesterday I had my sixth form induction day where we got to have taster lessons of what my nest year of school would be like and it's safe to say that I'm pretty damn excited about it now :D I love the lessons I chose and I already know half the teachers because they've taught me before. Plus, I have a good set of friends in all my classes. So it's all gooooood XD
Oh and I've had a very big obsession with All Time Low's new album – Dirty Work. If you haven't listened to it, you totally should! I've had it on repeat for about a week now and it's freaking amazing! My favourite songs have to be Just The Way I'm Not, That Girl, Heroes, Time Bomb and Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass. The album is truly awesome and I'm on love with it, so you guys should really listen to it. If you haven't yet or if you haven't even heard of the band All Time Low, then hang our heads in shame, my friends! ;D
I'm going to stop boring you with this author's note now (I just thought I'd update you with what's been going on with me). How have you guys all been? I've been getting a lot of messages pleading with me to get Brush Pass out sooner, which have all been really sweet and have made me want to update there and then, but I stuck to my guns and kept to the original posting date :P
Anyway, the story will get more interesting don't worry. I just have to have some place to start this off :P I hope you all liked this chapter and I shall see you all when I upload chapter two…a I have no idea when I'm going to be doing that, btw ;P LOVE LOVE LOVE xxx 3