Hey everyone! So I'm not completely done with the editing process, but I thought I'd start putting up the chapters I've already done. I know those of you who were with this story previously already read the next fourteen chapters, but please bear with me. I don't think I really made it any more "spyish" but I did fix grammar errors and fixed some things in the story that weren't consistent. Thank you for being patient and I'll try to get back to posting new chapters ASAP. I love you all!!!
Her plan was almost complete; the fake bomb was set, the decoy ready. All Sophie Whitlock had to do now was to give him the signal and watch her plan unfold. From her perch across the street from the movie theater she gave the signal and watched as her partner in crime entered the building. After several minutes she pushed the detonator and the "bomb" went off. She watched in pleasure as people started to rush out of the doors in a panic. She gave her partner a salute before leaving her perch across the street and starting on her way home. She heard the sirens and grinned as she quickened her pace.
With a roll of her eyes, Sophie entered Mercy Home for Girls, the girls home where she was stuck living at for another miserable year. Walking into the foyer she saw a man in a black police uniform waiting for her. He spotted her at the same time and shook his head at her.
"When will you ever learn, Sophie?" He asked.
"Oh come on Gary, it's just a little innocent fun." Sophie told him.
He raised his eyebrows, "Innocent? You call placing a fake bomb in the movie theaters and making everyone freak out innocent fun? Innocent fun would be playing with Barbie dolls!"
Sophie shrugged, "No one got hurt, right? So everything's cool."
Officer Gary shook his head, "No, it's not "cool". Do you know how much extra work you have caused the Chicago Department of Defense? This is your fifth offense this week!"
"I can't help it, okay! It's just who I am, there's nothing to do in this stupid place, so I have come up with something to entertain myself!" Sophie told the officer.
Officer Gary sighed, "I'll let you off this time, but never again. You've put dye in the local fountain; made the fire alarm go off at a restaurant, ruining everyone's dinner; you put laxatives in your school's food; and you announced over the loudspeaker at a mall that there was a terrorist in the building and that he was going to kill everyone. Where do you come up with these things? Seriously, you could be using your imagination for something productive and efficient, but no."
"Coming up with something productive and efficient is boring, why would I want to do that?" She asked, standing with her arms akimbo.
"Just, please, try and keep it to a minimum. Okay?" Officer Gary asked.
Sophie rolled her eyes and sighed, "All right, fine!"
"Good, now don't let me see you again until next week." Officer Gary said before leaving the building.
With another sigh Sophie went up the stairs to her bed room which she shared with two other girls.
"Hey Soph, how did it go?" Maggie Dooley asked.
Sophie grinned, "It was awesome, although Gary wasn't too happy about it, but then again he never is."
Maggie shook her head, "You're crazy, you know that?"
Sophie shrugged, "I think I had insanity in my family, it's just in my blood."
"Yeah, I think insanity runs in your family, too." Maggie told her. Sophie just grinned.
"Hey, girls," said Sydney Malcolm, the other girl who Sophie shared a room with.
"Hey Syd, how's it goin'?" Sophie asked.
"Fine. Do you think Sister Francine will let us go shopping later?" Sydney asked.
Sophie made a face, "Shopping?"
"Yes, Sophie, shopping. You need some new clothes, and I need new shoes."
Sophie sighed, "You know I hate shopping, but I guess it's inevitable. I don't know, but do you want me to go ask?"
Sydney nodded, "Please?"
Sophie rolled her eyes as she left the room. She could never understand Sydney's fear of their caretaker. Sure, she was mean but you had to be if you were taking care of thirty something girls your whole life.
"Sister Francine?" Sophie asked as she knocked on the older woman's office door.
"What?" The sister asked from behind the door.
"May I come in?"
"Yes! What do you want?" Sophie opened the door and entered the office.
Sister Francine turned in her office chair and narrowed her eyes at Sophie. The lady's crow black hair was pulled up in a bun on the top of her head and her guarded blue eyes shone with something like dislike. Her oval glasses were perched on the end of her long, pointed nose.
"Sydney and I were wondering if we might be allowed to go shopping later today." She said.
"For what?" Sister Francine asked roughly.
"I need new clothes and Sydney needs new shoes." Sophie told her.
Sister Francine was silent for a moment, examining Sophie. Finally she sighed and shook her head.
"You look fine. No, you can't go. Now leave, before I give you both kitchen duties."
Sophie didn't need telling twice. She left with a sigh and returned to her room.
"Sorry, Syd it's a no go." Sophie told her roommate.
"You sound so disappointed." Sydney said sarcastically.
Sophie nodded, "I'm totally torn up over her. I can't believe Sister Francine could do this to me!"
Sydney rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at Sophie, who squealed and dodged it. Dodging another pillow, Sophie walked over to her bed and lay down. She picked up her notebook and started to brain-storm for her next prank.
The dinner bell rang and Sophie stood and stretched. Stifling a yawn she thumped down the stairs, along with the other thirty-plus girls she lived with. Sophie sat down in her usual spot at the table by the window and was soon joined by Sydney and Maggie.
After diner Sophie trudged to the office of her therapist. She didn't think she needed therapy, but all of her teachers and Sister Francine seemed to think she did and she was forced to go once a week.
"Hello, Sophie." He therapist, Dr. Sparkle said as she walked in.
"Hey Dr. Twinkle." She said.
The man sighed, his gray eyes tired-looking and his blonde hair disheveled.
"It's Sparkle, Sophie, Sparkle!"
"Sparkle, Twinkle, same thing, right?" She asked lazily as she lounged on the chaise longue.
Dr. Sparkle shook his head but ignored her question.
"Today we will continue our discussion of your family."
"Yes, because that was going so well." Sophie said sarcastically.
"Look, Sophie, I know you don't like thinking about it, but it helps to talk about." Dr. Sparkle said encouragingly.
"You want to hear about my family? Fine. My parents ditched me for their mysterious job and I was stuck being raised by my grandmother who never had time for me. When I was seven my parents drowned and a year later my grandmother was brutally murdered as I watched helplessly. That's my story, are you satisfied now?"
Dr. Sparkle nodded, "Yes, and how does all of that make you feel?"
"Like I'm annoyed and want to go to my room and sleep!" Sophie said.
With a sigh Dr. Sparkle asked, "Sophie, if you don't let anyone in how are you going to heal?"
"Heal from what? You are always talking about my "tragic past" that I need to "heal" from. I don't care about my past, and I'm not hurt by it! Life's tough, so what. If you fall down you get back up and keep going. This is the same thing, just another minor interference. That's all."
"That's all?" Dr. Sparkle asked with raised eyebrows.
Sophie nodded matter-of-factly and sat up.
"Can I leave now?"
"Nope, you still have forty-five minutes left of your session." Dr. Sparkle said.
Sophie made a noise of intense annoyance and lay back down.
"Love….What about it?" Sophie asked.
"You're afraid to love, why?"
Sophie snorted, "Afraid? I'm not afraid of love. Why would you say that?"
"Because it's true. You feel your parents and grandmother didn't love you and you don't love yourself. You keep others at a distance, and you don't allow yourself to get truly close to them. When you do you push them away. Why?"
Sophie stood up, "I'm not afraid of love, you stupid old man! This is ridiculous; I don't care how long I have left!"
She stalked out of the room in a fume. Dr. Sparkle had a look of smugness on his face, and she wanted nothing more than to wipe it off. Dr. Sparkle contemplated going after her, making her come back, and demanding she talk about it. He knew that she was too stubborn to talk about anything when she was mad, so he just let her go.
I'm not afraid of love; I don't care what he says. I'll prove him wrong, if it's the last thing I do. Sophie told herself as she stomped up the stairs and to her room. She got ready for bed and got under her comforter. Closing her eyes she was asleep in minutes.