I was walking down Main Street when a man grabbed my arm.

“Sam!” He said urgently, “We need to go. We need you!”

“What?” I asked, “Who are you?”

“Smart!” The man exclaimed, “Don’t draw suspicion!” He tugged me into an alley.

“All right, you can drop the act. No one’s around.” The man said.

“I have no idea who you are!” I said.

“Sam, what the heck?! We need you! Quit pretending!” The man asked.

“I’m not Sam! I’m her identical twin sister, Lyla!” I exclaimed.

“What?! Oh no no no. I’m going to get fired for this!” The man frets, “Where’s Sam?!” Tears form in my eyes.

“My sister died four years ago,” I bit my lip.

“Sam Midle. Dead?” The man said in disbelief. I nodded sadly.

“I am so so sorry. I have to go now.” The man said quickly. I grabbed his hand.

“I’m coming with you,” He tried to protest, “You dragged me into this. I’m coming with you.” The man shrugged. He pushed a brick in the wall and we started sinking. We emerged in a high tech place bustling with people. It kind of reminded me of the Ministry of Magic in Harry Potter, to be honest.

“Madame President!” The man ran up to a woman with dark hair streaked with gray.

“Sam!” The woman exclaimed when she saw me.

“I’m not Sam. I’m her sister Lyla.” I said. The woman frowned.

“Westin? Why is she here? Where is Sam?”

“President Quintet, I-“ I interrupted Westin.

“She’s dead, ma’am. She was in an accident four years ago.” President Quintet gasped.

“But I brought her sister in hopes that she could follow Sam’s footprints,” Westin said. President Quintet raised an eyebrow.

“We better start training,” She said.

“I think she could be-dare I say- better than Sam” Westin smirked.

“Can someone explain to me what’s going on?” I asked. I had been patient up till this point, but I was done.

“Your twin was apart of a secret organization called the Secret Society Of Spies. The SSOS.” President Quintet said, “We take care of things that the FBI and the CIA blow off. And there some pretty serious things they blow off.”

“My sister was a spy?”

“One of the best!” Westin jumped in.

“And now we want you.” President Quintet said.

“So?” Westin asked expectantly.

“I’ll help,” I said with a smile smile, “Whatever you need.”