Fans are a big part of what makes writing fun. Sarah, 13, loves writing fanfic. Here is what she wrote about how the 'Undercover/Spy Girl' series started. It's cool!
"One cappuccino please." Christine Harris said to the sleepy guy behind the counter of Starbucks.
"Here you go." he muttered, yawning.
She paid and went over to the window booth where she had sat at almost exactly the same time as yesterday, and the day before, and before for nearly a week and a half.
Christine took a long sip and gazed out the window to the creepy building next door. Just the sight brought shivers down her spine. It wasn't that she'd heard anything bad about the place, but that was the problem. Too secret. Too quiet. And when she saw someone go in, she could wait all day, but she didn't see them come back out. Enough scaring yourself! You're here to find a story, not turn into an insane superstitious freak!
The very air seemed dark and foreboding in the morning twilight. Christine's eyes grew wide as the door to the building slowly opened, and out stepped-- not some stealth-geared, high-tech spy or a mad scientist like she expected. The door opened and out stepped an ordinary girl.
Jesse stepped out of the C2 building, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, smelling the outdoors. It was amazing Prov had convinced Granger to let her out as a treat at all. Now I'm out, what should I do? she thought.
Jesse smelled coffee and noticed a Starbucks next door. Mary would kill me for this.
She used her missions-only bank account to buy a muffin, trying to look nonchalant. Why was that woman over there staring at her? Was this another test, a set up by C2 to prove herself? It seemed she was always being followed.
Jesse quietly took her seat at a table directly a cross from the staring lady. Whoever she was, she didn't seem like a C2 agent. Or Nimbus.
Christine was curious. She decided to talk to this girl who had come from the strange building.
Casually, she walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. "Hello. I'm Christine. What's your name?"
The strange girl seemed to panic for a second before saying, "Miranda. My name's Miranda. Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"What was that place you just walked out of?"
A cell phone beeped and "Miranda" hurriedly replied, "I have to go. Bye!" She ran out of the store, bells over the door clanging.
Intrigued, Christine followed her. The girl turned around, raised a fist, and Christine saw nothing but blackness ...
Christine slowly came back to consciousness. Two men were talking, but what were they saying? Something about a C2 ... child prodigy ... a girl, Jesse ... mission ... nanites...
When she went back home, she was still clueless. And determined to find out what this was about.
Then next morning in Starbucks, she confronted the girl and asked what was going on. "I already know half of this, so you might as well tell me."
To her surprise, she told her. The girl's name was actually Jesse Sharpe, and Miranda was a code name.
After the story unraveled, Jesse asked about her.
"Well," said Christine, "I was an author looking for a story. But now I think I have one ..."
"Here you go." he muttered, yawning.
She paid and went over to the window booth where she had sat at almost exactly the same time as yesterday, and the day before, and before for nearly a week and a half.
Christine took a long sip and gazed out the window to the creepy building next door. Just the sight brought shivers down her spine. It wasn't that she'd heard anything bad about the place, but that was the problem. Too secret. Too quiet. And when she saw someone go in, she could wait all day, but she didn't see them come back out. Enough scaring yourself! You're here to find a story, not turn into an insane superstitious freak!
The very air seemed dark and foreboding in the morning twilight. Christine's eyes grew wide as the door to the building slowly opened, and out stepped-- not some stealth-geared, high-tech spy or a mad scientist like she expected. The door opened and out stepped an ordinary girl.
Jesse stepped out of the C2 building, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, smelling the outdoors. It was amazing Prov had convinced Granger to let her out as a treat at all. Now I'm out, what should I do? she thought.
Jesse smelled coffee and noticed a Starbucks next door. Mary would kill me for this.
She used her missions-only bank account to buy a muffin, trying to look nonchalant. Why was that woman over there staring at her? Was this another test, a set up by C2 to prove herself? It seemed she was always being followed.
Jesse quietly took her seat at a table directly a cross from the staring lady. Whoever she was, she didn't seem like a C2 agent. Or Nimbus.
Christine was curious. She decided to talk to this girl who had come from the strange building.
Casually, she walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. "Hello. I'm Christine. What's your name?"
The strange girl seemed to panic for a second before saying, "Miranda. My name's Miranda. Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"What was that place you just walked out of?"
A cell phone beeped and "Miranda" hurriedly replied, "I have to go. Bye!" She ran out of the store, bells over the door clanging.
Intrigued, Christine followed her. The girl turned around, raised a fist, and Christine saw nothing but blackness ...
Christine slowly came back to consciousness. Two men were talking, but what were they saying? Something about a C2 ... child prodigy ... a girl, Jesse ... mission ... nanites...
When she went back home, she was still clueless. And determined to find out what this was about.
Then next morning in Starbucks, she confronted the girl and asked what was going on. "I already know half of this, so you might as well tell me."
To her surprise, she told her. The girl's name was actually Jesse Sharpe, and Miranda was a code name.
After the story unraveled, Jesse asked about her.
"Well," said Christine, "I was an author looking for a story. But now I think I have one ..."
(The following link gives an excerpt of 'Undercover Girl #5: Twisted')
