Happy Birthday, Blog!

Sweet honeysuckle! I made it.  I thought this day would never come. :D

Have you ever since my first post? It's quite humiliating.  LINK
Geez, look at how armature and naive I was.  Haha.  Nah, I'm kidding.  I was just really excited.  To be honest, I think some of my best posts were in the 2009 because I was so fresh with ideas and words.
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Did you see the poll? Well, sadly, only one person voted and that was for option C: a secret.

I knew it. :/

Okay are you ready?

Are you on the edge of you're seat?

Here's my secret: I--

Hey, relax.  I'll totally give it to you by the end of this.  Don't throw tomatoes yet! >.<
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So I'm doing it: I'm commiting myself.  Beauty's Eden in the flesh, my friends! No joke or delay this time!

You’re entering another world. A world like yours..only slightly different. A place were one company is known worldwide and is only called by two word. 6 syllables. 14 letters. The Association. All powerful. All knowing. A company with one secret. And with that, we start our story…



The Target



“Ugh, I hate this.” I muttered to myself as I parked my 1985 Yugo GV. Crappiest piece of junk I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes upon. The friggin’ handle came off as I tried to open the door this morning! It took 5 tries until I finally got the darn car to start. And it still can’t make it past 80 mph. The a/c doesn’t working, and the windows wouldn’t role down. So for two hours I was stuck driving in what seemed to be a 4-wheeled sauna.


“Ew,” I groaned as looked at my caramel colored blouse drenched in sweat. Sighing, I reach to the back seat and snatched my black duffle bag to get my back up blouse out. I looked around, making sure that no one was around to see me undress. Coast is clear. I quickly changed, threw my dirty blouse into my bag and then threw it back to the backseat.


I grabbed my water bottle, though it was warm, I took a few large gulps and then set it back in the cup holder. I reached for my assignment file. I took a glance at it one last time—I had read it on the plane ride here—and figured that it wouldn’t be so hard. Of course, I’ve never had a target like this one before, but my friends back at home told me the basics on the target’s type so I was confident I could take this one down without a problem.


I grabbed my cell. I made sure my keys and ID were in my pocket, and that my papers were all in order before locking up the car and heading toward the garage’s elevator. I’m not too thrilled that my assignment is in a hospital, but hey, a job’s a job.


The elevator dinged, signaling that it was on the first floor. I had to think up an excuse for my lateness. It was that entire car’s fault! And from there I continued to spout curses upon my rental under my breath until I came to the front desk. There sat a pretty African American woman with dark ringlets that were pushed back with a pink head band. She had a large nose and bright blue eyes. And, as hospitals go, she was wearing the normal blue scrubs.


“Hi, I’m Tasha. What can I do for you?” She asked with a practiced polite tone.


“Yeah, hi. I’m Dr. Kendra Henson. Sorry I’m late. There was an accident on the highway. I’m here to shadow a friend of mine.”


“Oh, yes its fine. Uh, is your friend’s name. . .”She typed a few keys into her computer and continued, “Dr. Gretchen Feymouth?”


I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, she’s the one.”


“What’s so funny?” questioned Tasha. She gave me a skeptical look.


“Oh, nothing.” I smiled reassuringly.


“Humph,” Tasha huffed. She gave me that watch it Look.


Getting impatient, I asked, “May I go now?”


“Yes, of course. I just need your papers and medical ID.” I handed her both. “Thanks.”


A few clicks on the computer and a quick scan of my papers and ID and I was ready to go. I took the ID with me.


The hospital wasn’t too shabby. It was actually a pretty fancy hospital compared to others I’ve seen. The lobbies had beautiful marble flooring with high ceilings and a lot of windows. The halls were a deep blue-green color instead of white like you see in most hospitals. Also, it wasn’t freezing cold. Brownie points from me.


After wandering the halls for a few minutes, I realized that I had no clue where the heck I was going. Oh yeah, my professional skills of undercoveriness was soo showing right now. Ah Damn, where’s the directory?! There I turned the corner and luckily, spotted some elevators with a directory sign next to them. I quickly walked over to it and scanned for the transfusions department. Shoot, it’s not here. I looked around for a doctor or a nurse that I could talk to. There I saw that a woman nurse with blonde hair standing by the nurses’ station looking over some papers on her clipboard.


“Excuse me, Nurse!” I exclaimed. She looked up at me as I approached her.


“Yes?” She asked.


I faked a smile, “I’m so sorry, I’m a visiting doctor from Denver so I don’t know the layout of this hospital. Do you know where the blood transfusions are done here?”


“Oh! Transfusions are done upstairs on level 3.”


“Thanks. Sorry for the bother.” I turned around and started for the elevators.


“Ah, Doctor,” the nurse called, making me turn around, “if you don’t mind me asking, why do you need to know where the blood transfusions are being done?”


Actually, I do mind. “Uh, well, I’m assisting Dr. Feymouth today and she asked me to get a bag of AB positive for testing.”


“Interesting,” she continued, “so I’m guessing you know this doctor personally?”


“Yes, we met in camp a couple years back and ever since we’ve kept in touch.” It wasn’t an entire lie. I have met ‘Gretchen’—her real name is Veronica Bell—a couple times when I came to visit. We actually did meet each other at a training camp when I was 15. She use to be a sweet talkative girl who would always volunteer for the combat training and undercover classes. Now she is a very energetic 20 year old woman. She specifically likes to help out with assignments. If she hadn’t turned out to be what she is, I bet that she would have done acting. Heck, she has the looks and the talent.


“That’s nice. I’m sorry to question you like that. You know, we‘ve been having a lot of missing blood donations in the last few weeks. I have to be on guard.” She said apologetically.


“Oh, yeah, I understand. Just doing your job! Well, see ya!” I said. I waved and walked to the elevators. To be honest, I knew exactly what was going on with the blood donations. That was why I was sent here. The Association had taken notice of a lot of “activity” here in Phoenix, Arizona. I have to say, it takes a lot of “activity” to capture the Associations attention. Usually, they let this stuff slide just because there is so much of it; it’s something you overlook after a while. However, this kind of incident wasn’t strategically planned out. Instead of taking the blood from different hospitals at bits of a time, the target kept stealing from the same hospital two or three times a week. The Association did not like this; they feared that the local police would start an investigation, which would cause a whole bunch of trouble for "people like us"--as the Association had put it. The Association figured it’d be better to send one of their best agents to take care of it. (Also, I begged them to give me something to do besides sitting at home waiting for my next pay check from them, watching old reruns of Roseanne.)


I walked onto the elevator. A doctor and an intern passed me as I got on, talking about some new technique to get rid of lung tumors. A few seconds later the elevator doors closed, leaving me alone. I sighed. I hate elevators. I don’t like how I can’t see where I’m going. Also, the gut-lifting feeling made me feel queasy. Oh, and the shows with the elevator pit falling into the ground are also, not helpful.


I jumped when I heard my cell go off. Shoot, if this is Denny, I’m going to kill him. I looked at the caller ID: Oops, not Denny. “Hello?”


The secretary of the Association, Ms. Nagabee, answered with her creepy monotonous voice, “How’s the assignment coming along? We expected a call a half an hour earlier.”


Okaaay, I guess the traditional “Hi, how are you?” has officially gone out the window. “Uh, well, my rental is a piece of crap. And there were uh, other complications. . . “I trailed off.


“Oh?” She asked in a false surprised tone then she got serious, “Ms. Cooper, saying ‘my rental is a piece of crap’ is not a valid excuse to be late for an assignment. Tell me what the other ‘complications’ were.”


I sighed irritably. “Fine. I didn’t know how to use the hotel’s alarm clock so I accidentally set it an hour or two later than it was suppose to. ” I inhaled a deep breath, readying myself for the oncoming lecture. I squeezed my eyes shut; I did not like this mix: elevator and lecture.


“Why do you look so anxious?” I could sense she was smiling at my discomfort. I opened one eye to look at the elevator’s security camera. Of course, they’re spying on me. Even though I’m the best in my district, I’m still young. They’re just dying to see me trip up.


I smirked. “Oh Ms. Nagabee, when am I ever nervous?” I asked playfully.


I heard a deep sigh. “Goodbye, Ms. Cooper.”


“Adios.” I said cheerfully. Yes! I got out of the lecture! Though, no doubt I'll get some crap from it when I get back home, but who cares?! Ha, take that Karma! The elevator dinged and before the doors opened up


I winked up at the camera, knowing fully well that I was being watched.
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So here's my secret: I sing.  Whoa, mama! That feels odd to say..err..write, I mean. And I don't do anything professional here.  Unless you call singing in the shower a pro thing.  Anyways,  I've never sang to anyone except to a particular friend who sorta forced me to.  Oh and also on Beatles Rock Band. :)  That's it.  I don't plan on truly pursuing this--maybe take some lessons if I get the money or the time--;it just one of those things. 

Am I any good? My friend said so, but hey, it's a friend. What are they suppose to say?
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Wow that was really big for me.  Actually all of this is really big for me.  It's great feeling to make it through a year. OMG!
I totally forgot until just now: Jessica, welcome to That's What She Said!

Thanks to all who made this blog a success.  Time to go celebrate.  See ya!

~Ally-Cat