Dear Sir/Madam,

My name is Clementine Geldrop, and I am twelve years od old.

I am writing to you, as I have heard from few but enough sauces sources (my parents and agency magazines), that you are looking for a young boy or girl to go undercover for you, so you cn can gain information.

I would like to tell you that I am perfectly capable of the job, being the daughter of the two best secret agents in the country (Genevieve Geldrop and Lucifer Geldrop).

I am used to being exposed to danger, and to be quite honest, don’t really mind it. I would do your bidding command.

Yours sincerely,

Clementine Geldrop

That’s the letter that I sent to the government three years ago; I’m fifteen now, and the government’s youngest, but best secret agent.

They accepted me into the agency, just two months after receiving my letter, and I was faced with the easiest job ever.

My parents home-schooled me so that I could carry my job out full-time; of course I was paid for it.

All year, all I had to do was report back to the government the number plate of drivers who, talked on their mobile while driving, were speeding… etc.

I got paid a good amount for it (£10 per hour), seeing as it wasn’t very dangerous. The way the government paid her agents, was that the more danger you were in, the more you would get paid.

When I was twelve that was all I had to do, and got that good wage for it.

When I was thirteen, it was slightly more dangerous, so my wage went up to £15 per hour, and what I had to do was report thefts and things that security guards had missed. I came up against some dodgy characters, and had been threatened with knives but usually I’d just scream and they’d put the knife away. I was cute, so that helped a little bit.

 When I was fourteen, I was up against drugs. I had to report drug-users, drug-dealers and general drug use in that area. My wage went up to £25 per hour.

Now though, I have the most dangerous job of all: reporting, and acting upon, weaponry offences. My wage is now up at £50 per hour. That’s why I’m talking about this to you now: because something happened that had always been in my nightmares.

When I do manage to get some sleep (which isn’t often, to be honest), they’re always nightmares. Nightmares of what things have happened to me, and things that probably will crop up, but hopefully won’t.

I just wake up knowing that I have a job to do, and I intend to do it to the best of my ability.

I don’t look like a normal girl my age with the high heels and the handbag, and mini-skirts and all that rubbish. I dress according to my job. I dress in a black T-shirt, if it is cold, a black jacket, underwear obviously, shorts, but if it is really cold, trousers, but I try not to wear trousers because they slow you down when you’re running, and the same goes with the jacket. I also wear springy trainers, that help you to run really fast, and then just a small back-pack on my back, complying of: pocket-knife, small pistol, first-aid kit, sanitary towels (I am fifteen), and a balaclava.

I don’t get holidays off, because the offenders don’t take holidays off, and the life of crime is never put on pause. There’s always some action every day, so I am never bored, and always manage to keep fit.

When I went to school, I was the fastest person in my class, and now I’d bet all my possessions that I could even overtake an Olympic Marathoner if I wanted to.

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I didn't really know what to put in the plot summary of this story, as I didn't really know what I was going to write about at the time, but I have a better idea of it now:

A young girl (Clementine Geldrop aged 12 who is 15 later on in the story) has two secret agent parents (Lucifer and Genevieve Geldrop).

She decides that she wants to be a secret agent when she grows up; she does some easy things for her job, but then she gets put on a difficult case by the government (this is where the politics comes in).

She is shot, but she survives it, then her parents end up being shot, and she ends up being knighted by the queen, and they find out some weird and wonderful things about the queen...

She then develops a romance between her and her co-worker (Marcus Berry aged 16) of whom she has to train up to be as good as her.

She then packs it all in, for being a normal teenager... But will she miss her secret agent days?
Will she succeed? Or will things turn into tears and tantrums? Read on to find out...

updated Jan 30 '10 by Ham