In the small town of Upton, New Jersey lived a girl named Krizayla Summadolnawest.  She was a normal teenager, had a lot of friends, went shopping, and was actually pretty popular.  She went to Cedarville High, which was on the east side of Upton, and was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Tonight, January 19, 2007, were the Homecoming football games.  Krizayla thought it would be just another boring night...The Cedarville Jaguars would proabaly rip apart their opponent, which tonight was the Lincoln Knights, the cheerleaders would do the same boring routine at halftime, the cute quarterback, Shawn, would most likely give her a couple of looks from the sideline, she'd go home, do her homework...blah! blah! blah!  She was so bored with her life!  She wihsed it would change.  That something exciting and drastic would happen!  Always be careful about what you wish for....
  

 The football game was not over and the Jaguars had won by 27.  Now, Krizayla and Melanie, her best friend were at their lockers getting their books for that night's homework.  "Goodness, Krizayla, did you see the way Shawn looked at you after the game?!  He totally likes you!"  squealed Melanie.  Melanie's locker was a couple down from Krizayla's.  Melanie always talked about Shawn.  Her blonde curls would always bounce and her green eyes would always sparkle when Shawn was mentioned.  Krizayla secretly thought she had a huge crush on him.  "I don't know, maybe," replied Krizayla.  She actually did see him staring at her, he aalways did.  In the hallway, bwtween every period, he would pass her and give her a cute look, his brown, shaggy hair falling in his eyes.  He was pretty cute and really nice, thought Krizayla.  Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She actually did like him.  Maybe he would ask her to Homecoming, which was next week!  We would be so..."SLAM!" the heavy door at the end of the hallway clanked shut.  Krizayla was snapped out of her dreaming and in the process, dropped her heavy Science book on her big toe.  "Oww!" she cried as she winced in pain.  "Melanie?" She said looking around and realizing that Melanie must have left while she was thinking about  Shawn.  Krizayla felt a nervous chill run down her back.  She had an odd, queasy feeling in the pit of her sotmoach.  It flet like osmeone was watching her.  She quickly bent down and picked up her Science book and finished packing her stuff and quickly turned aroud to leave.  She stopped cold.  Standing behind her, not oeven ten feet waay was a mysterious, foreign man who looked to be in his twenties.  he amde Krizayla shiver.  H looked at her with piercing dark eyes.  His body was melted in with the shadows and she could only see his face.  He had dark olive skin and black hair that glistened.  She couldn't move, her green and white shoes seemed to be glued to the floor.  They just stood there for what seemed like eternity, no one saying a word.  Krizayla almost gathered up enough courage to bolt to the door when the man spoke.  He spoke with a very strong accent, it sounded like he was from the Middle East, but she wasn't sure.  "My name is Devon.  I am from Sumatra.  I have been watching you Krizayla and I need to ask you of a favor."  "H-how did you k-know my n-name? " stuttered Krizayla.  "I've been keeping close watch on you for the last couple of weeks, I know all about you.  I know you're capable of the task I'm about to ask of you.  I need you to join a secret organization, the double 07P's.  Also known as the Persian Pirates.  We work out of Persia and our goal is to develop new technology and use it to take ove rthe world--and enforce our ways upon all nations."  Krizayla started to get ethe felling that this might be a joke.  But she wasn't sure, maybe he was serious.  Devon kept talking.  "There is one obstacle that is in our way and that is where you come in.  There is another secret rganizaion called the Arabian Knights.  Their goal is to stop our development of technology and to shut our organization down.  So far they have not succedded, but they are getting stronger and we need to take out their head man quickly.  We need an assassin; we need you."  "Me?" squeaked Krizayla.  "Yes.  I've seen your physical strength and stamina and I think you would do well in training adn be able to take him swiftly and secretly.  I would need you to fly to Sumatra for training, then Persia for further instruction, and finally Saudi Arabia where you will execute.  There's also money involved.  If you complete what you are asked of, $29 billion will be rewarded to you.  Plus you would ive in Luxury at our Persian headquarters.  But, once you join the Persian Pirates, you will always be a Persian Pirate.  No going back.  

Accept?  or Deny?
Many different thoughts were racing through her head.  Was he serious about this?

If Krizayla accepts and becomes a Persian Pirate...

If Krizayla denies and goes on with her life...