Not A Normal Girl Chapter One(REMAKE!)

Instructions

READ HERE: If someone told me "Pick an age to become a spy!" then I would say 13. No reason why you would ask that question. Probably because you're not one of my enemies trying to gain information. My name is not supposed to be known to people, but since this is my story, I'll give you special privileges. My name is Willa, I'm 13 years old, and I really don't think you should share this story with anyone. Because if you do, there is a very good chance you'll have to be put in the Witness Protection Program. So, you can stop now, or continue reading, Okay. I guess you chose the latter. The first day my life turned was the day after Halloween, and as the spookiness was fading and I was putting away decorations there was a knock at the door. "If you're wanting to scare me, that's not the way to do it." I called. "I have katanas in here that I know how to use!" "I'm not going to scare you, Willa. It's past Halloween. We're done with the spooky stuff." A deep voice assured. I froze in place. "H-how do you know my name?" I stuttered. "If you let me in I'll tell you." The voice said. "Let me think." I lied. I put down the decorations and scurried to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw a man with jet black hair dressed in a suit. He looked casual, but something about him made me nervous. I calmed my nerves and slowly opened the door. As soon as there was one little crack the man stuck his hand through and slipped in. "Hey!" I yelled. "Get out of my house!" "Well, technically, you let me in." The man explained patiently. I stuttered, but had nothing to say. “Why are you here? Also, my parents get home at five, and it’s four forty five, so when they see you they won’t be happy.” I asked. I checked the clock while I was talking to make sure I got the time right. “I’m here to offer a scholarship.” The man spoke slowly, as if not sure how to word his answer. “And what school are you here on the behalf of?” I asked, barely able to keep the excitement out of my voice. Was I going to Harvard? Was I really that smart? “ISA.” The man said confidently. I was suddenly skeptical. “I’ve never heard of an ISA.” I replied cautiously. For all I knew, this person was a robber or something! “That’s because it stands for Institute for Secret Agents.” The man explained. He tapped his foot on the ground repeatedly, as if he were impatient. “You’re joking, right?” I scrunched up my face, incredulous. Now this guy was either doing an elaborate prank or I was going to be a spy! “Of course not! Why do you think I would be joking?” The man turned a bit more serious. “Now, we can’t let your parents know unless you want them to be in the Witness Protection Program, and trust me, that has happened quite a lot because someone slipped up.” “Then what am I going to tell them?” I inquired. Mom and Dad would’ve been thrilled if I could tell them! “You’re good at stories, so we’ll say you’ve been accepted into a writing school.” The man said after some thinking. I couldn’t believe it. Now you can call me Agent Willa.