Constance: Info

Name: Constance

Age: 17

Appearence: Long blond hair with black streaks. Has emerald green eyes. Usually wears jeans and a black t-shirt.

Favorite spy tool (This is optional): TC watch. stands for tiny computer watch. It's a computer, camera, communicator, and a watch. Looks like any other watch.

Lives: In London England.

Specitly: Hacking into computers

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I walked into my new house with my new adoptive family. After spending three years at the training camp I was finally able to leave. I really wish that I had known I wasn't able to see my family again. When they had told me that right before they dropped me off at my new home I was shocked. 

I went into my new room and began to cry. I was never going to be able to see my mom or dad again. Not even my sister who had been born just before I was taken away or as the news said "Kidnapped." I wish I had gotten along better with my parents. The last thing I had said to them was: "I hate you! Quit ruining my life!" She had never realized how much she had loved them. When she did live with them all she did was argue with them. I was never going to be called Ella or El ever again. Never going to get that kiss from my boyfriend and I was never going to be playing with her band. She was aloud to keep her guitar luckily.

"You okay Constance?" Kennith, my new dad, said. I nodded my head and wiped my tears.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I went over to my guitar case and pulled it out.

"Hey you play?" Kennith asked. I nodded. "I play too." I looked up just as he walked off. He returned a minute later with his guitar as well. I strummed a few notes on mine and he knew the song and together we played. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad here after all...

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