The first time I opened my eyes, I knew exactly what I was going to become in the future—a journalist.

As a journalist, I had my entire life planned out. I wanted to become someone like Lisa, a famous journalist. I loved everything about being a journalist, even though I was only sixteen years old and still in high school. I had already decided that journalism was the career I wanted to pursue.

As I was walking down the hallway after class, I was suddenly called to the principal's office. Normally, I would have been nervous, but this time I was curious. When I got there, I saw my mom standing beside a strange-looking man.

Principal: "Lisa, have a seat."

Lisa gently pulls out a chair and sits down.

Principal: "I'm sure you're wondering why your mom is here and why you've been called to my office."

Lisa: "Well... yes."

Principal: "Okay, let me explain. Roy is an elite student at a school on the northern side of the country. They have been investigating the school's principal, who is suspected of smuggling gold through the school. However, the FBI still doesn't have enough evidence to search the school."

The principal points toward the strange-looking man.

Principal: "That's why they need someone smart enough to go undercover as a student—someone like a high school girl."

Lisa: "So, you want me to go undercover at the school?"

Principal: "Bingo."

Lisa: (Turning to the strange man.) "So, FBI agent, what do I get in return?"

FBI Agent: "You get the chance to help the FBI."

Lisa: "Well, that's not exactly a convincing offer. I don't think I'm going to agree to that, so maybe you should..."Lisa stood up, preparing to leave.

The principal and the FBI agent exchanged a glance before the agent spoke.

FBI Agent: "Wait. What if we told you that you could become the head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) after you complete this mission?"

Lisa stopped and thought for a moment.

Lisa: "You really know how to push the right buttons. Fine—but first, I want a contract. I need something that guarantees you won't go back on your word."A few hours later, the contract had been prepared, and Lisa was about to sign it when her mother called her into the corner.

Lisa's Mom: "Lisa, are you sure about this?"

Lisa: "Mom, don't worry. I've got this."

Lisa's Mom: "But you're only sixteen."

Lisa: "So? Being sixteen doesn't mean I can't make my own decisions."

Lisa's Mom: "I know... but I still want you to be careful."

Lisa: "Don't worry. Everything is going to be alright."

Lisa signed the contract.

The following week, she was transferred to the elite school as an exchange student. To protect her identity, she dyed her black hair blonde, changed her eye color to green with contact lenses, and took on a completely new identity.

It was Lisa's first day at her new school. She arrived a little late because she was still getting used to the new environment.

As she hurried down the hallway, she accidentally bumped into someone.

Lisa: "Ouch! My books!"

She quickly picked them up.

Lisa: "I'm so sorry."

Without waiting for a reply, she rushed to her classroom and arrived just in time before the lesson started.

Then she remembered something important.

"I have to act like a shy, timid student. No one can know who I really am."

Taking a deep breath, Lisa walked into the classroom, ready to begin her undercover mission.

Six hours later, all my classes had ended. I was getting ready to go home and write my report for the day. Although nothing suspicious had happened at school, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following me.

As I walked home, I noticed the same person behind me. I started walking faster, but they kept following me.

Suddenly, I stopped.

Without thinking, I grabbed the person's arm, flipped him over my shoulder, and slammed him onto the ground. Before he could react, I tied him up and dragged him to my house.

Once we got there, I tied him to a chair and searched his pockets. I found an ID card with his picture on it. To my surprise, he was a senior at the same school.

Then I noticed something that shocked me.

He was wearing my fake glasses.

My mind started racing.

"Why does he have my glasses? Why was he following me?"

Without wasting another second, I grabbed a cup of water and splashed it across his face.

He woke up with a frightened expression.

Lisa: "Hey! Why were you following me?"

Boy: (Confused) "What? I wasn't following you!"

Lisa: (Sarcastically, rolling her eyes) "Oh, really? Then why do you have my glasses? Are you a thief?"

Boy: "No! You bumped into me at school today. You dropped these glasses, so I was trying to return them to you. I would've called out to you, but I didn't know your name. I also didn't want to scare you."

Lisa froze.

She realized she had misunderstood everything.

Lisa: (Feeling guilty) "Oh... I'm so, so sorry."

Boy: (Laughing softly) "Okay, okay. That's enough apologizing. Just let me go, please."

Lisa: "Yeah... of course."

I untied him immediately. As he walked out of the house, I felt incredibly guilty for accusing an innocent person.

A few hours later, I was asleep when...

CRASH!

The loud sound of breaking glass jolted me awake.I didn't waste another second.

I grabbed my baseball bat and quietly walked downstairs to the living room. As soon as I got there, I saw a shadowy figure standing in the darkness.

Before I could react, several ninjas surrounded me.

One of them suddenly charged at me, but I dodged his attack just in time.

Lisa: (Shouting) "Listen! You've messed with the wrong person! I don't know who you are or what you want, but if you keep this up, you're going to regret it!"

As I continued fighting, I managed to knock down a few of the ninjas. Just as I reached for my phone to call for help, one of them struck me from behind.

Everything went black.

I slowly opened my eyes to a bright light shining above me.

"Am I dead?" I wondered.

For a moment, I thought I had gone to heaven, but unfortunately, I was very much alive.

I was lying in a hospital bed.

As I tried to sit up, a man walked into the room.

Mr. Stephen: "Lisa! What were you thinking?"

Lisa: (Interrupting) "Hold on a second. You don't get to yell at me. I'm the one lying in a hospital bed with a terrible stomach injury!"

Mr. Stephen took a deep breath and calmed himself.

Mr. Stephen: "Do you know anything about the people who attacked you?"

Lisa: "No."

Mr. Stephen sighed.

Mr. Stephen: "Lisa, all we asked you to do was gather information as a journalist. We never expected you to fight them. This mission has become too dangerous. We're calling it off, and we're sending you home."

Lisa looked at him in disbelief.

Lisa: "Wait a minute. You don't get to make that decision for me! I've dreamed of becoming a journalist my whole life. Those people attacked me, and now you expect me to walk away? No way!"

She clenched her fists.

Lisa: "I'm not giving up. I'll find out who those people are and why they came after me—even if I have to do it alone."

Mr. Stephen looked at her for a long moment.

He could see the determination in her eyes.

Lisa: "Fine. I'll continue working as a private journalist, but I'm also part of your team now. In return, I want a coach—someone who can teach me how to fight those ninja assassins."

I stared at Mr. Stephen as he looked at me in silence.

After a few moments, he finally spoke.

Mr. Stephen: "Alright. We'll arrange a trainer for you, and your training will begin immediately."

I smiled.

Lisa: "Deal."

The next day was Friday, and it was time for the school's cheerleading practice.

I had never been interested in cheerleading before, but I decided to give it a try. It would help me blend in with the other students.

As I walked onto the practice field, a pretty girl approached me and looked at me with obvious disgust.

Girl: "Well, hello, loser. This is the cheerleaders' practice area, not a place for wannabes."

Lisa looked at her, confused.

Lisa: "Um... excuse me, but are you talking to me?"

The girl's expression turned even colder.

Girl: "Oh, so you've got attitude? Do you really think you have what it takes to become one of us?"

Before Lisa could answer, the coach interrupted.

Coach: "Alright, girls! That's enough. Line up for practice."

The girl smirked as she walked away.

Girl: (Sarcastically) "I'll be seeing you."

Lisa: "Honestly, I'd rather not see your face again."

The girl glared at Lisa before walking off.

Lisa sighed and headed toward the practice area.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone.

Lisa: "Oh! I'm so, so sorry."

She quickly turned to leave, but before she could take another step, she slipped.

For a brief moment, memories of the hospital flashed through her mind.

Just before she hit the ground, someone caught her by the hand and pulled her back up.

As she regained her balance, she looked up and froze.

It was the same boy she had tied up a few nights earlier.

Feeling embarrassed, Lisa lowered her head.

Lisa: "Thank you..."

The boy simply nodded without saying a word.

Lisa watched him walk away, wondering why he had helped her so easily after everything she had done to him.

For some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about him.I could still feel his dark gaze on me as I walked away to cheerleading practice.

After practice ended, I went to the locker room to change. Unfortunately, the last person I wanted to see was waiting for me.

It was the rude girl from earlier.

Lisa: (Sighing) "Ugh... you again."

Girl: "For your information, my name is Chloe."

Lisa: "What do you want?"

Chloe: (Smirking) "Do you have any idea what I can do to you?"

Lisa: (Unimpressed) "Blah, blah, blah. If you're done talking, I'd like to change my clothes, so please get out of the locker room."

Without waiting for a response, Lisa walked past Chloe and began changing.Later that evening, after I got home from school, I received a phone call from Mr. Stephen.

He told me to meet him at an abandoned gym.

A few hours later, I arrived. Inside were Mr. Stephen and another woman.

Mr. Stephen: "Lisa, I'd like you to meet your combat trainer, Helena."

The woman stepped forward and smiled.

Helena: "Nice to meet you."

Lisa: "Likewise."

Mr. Stephen: "Alright, enough introductions. Let's begin your training."