Andrea stopped to take a breath. She had forgotten her water, and was panting terribly. After a few minutes, her father showed up. "Your sweating so hard it seems like someone dropped a bucket of water on your head!" Andrea exclaimed. Her father ignored her, and took out his water.

Andrea tried to leap for the water, but he didn't give it to her. "Your the one who didn't pack water. It will be a lesson for next time" he said strictly. Andrea stayed there, not knowing what to do. If she didn't get water she might faint! Her father started going up when she yelled "Please! I need water!" He didn't even look back, and soon he was a lot higher then Andrea.

Mostly because he was going twice as fast as before the break. Then he stopped and looked back. Andrea could barely see him, but squinted her eyes and noticed that he stopped. "Remember to be home by five o'clock! Mother has another Summer Party!" he screamed and started again.

She stayed where she was, not moving. Andrea knew perfectly well she could reach the top of the mountain, and beat her father at it too. But she just couldn't move. She tugged on the rope and slowly felt her feet touching the ground. She stood up, took off the ropes, and leaned on the mountain.

Andrea then realized that "Father's going to take an hour! What am I suppose to do!" she said. Andrea had no car, she was 15, and the nearest town was at least 30 minutes away. The only choice available was to wait for him, until he came down. She lay herself on the rock, and decided to sleep, but it was only 3 o'clock in the afternoon. She imagined what father would say "It is no time for sleeping! Your suppose to be practicing for your mission! Get up right now, before I make you practice twice as hard!" he'd yell sharply.

He was a very st rick man, and very tall as well. He had thick black hair, and his hands were as big as a giant's. He wasn't really that muscular. Andrea's father looked more like a secret agent, and that he was. Andrea looked at herself. Nobody would ever think she was some kind of super hero. She had long gold hair, that went all the way down to her waist, if she wore it loose. Her eyes looked exactly like fat almonds, and she was skinny. Very skinny indeed. She was actually a bit short, and had a bit of muscle. But she was very skinny.

Her mother always told her "Eat up! Eat up! Or you'll soon will be like paper" she'd say stuffing spoons of soup into her mouth. Andrea hated that, when they treated her like an eight year old, when she was already 15. Andrea then thought about the mission. Only two days ago, a black man with a black suit, and a brief case told her in the movie theater.

It was a strange place, to arrange a mission interview, but it felt normal. Andrea would think that people would stop and stare at him, and the the little kids point fingers. But people acted like he wasn't even there. She had memorized what he had told her, and said it every hour of her day. Except, of course when she slept.

"Andrea Rider, we have a mission for you to accomplish. Your brother, Alex Rider, is too busy doing something else, so he suggested you. It is to capture . . ." the words were sinking into her brain. She stood up, and decided that she would walk somewhere. Or else, she would bore to death.

She walked a couple of minutes, when she found a pond with frogs jumping all over. Little fish were swimming, or more zooming. It seemed like a play ground for water animals. She bended her knee, and put her hand in the water. It was warm, actually. She took off her shoes, and rolled up her pants. She was boiling now. Her father made her wear pants, even in the summer, while mountain climbing to protect her legs.

She dipped her feet and relaxed. It seemed like some warm smoothing thing ran through her body. Her neck ached, and her toe hurt ed from the kick on the rock. Andrea hadn't realized the time, when her father was standing right next to her. "I can't believe this! You have a mission to complete, you are already late for mother's Summer Party, and your relaxing here, in this filthy pond! Get up!" he pushed Andrea, and she finally got up.

Andrea had dirt on her legs, shoes, back and everywhere else you can imagine. "You are going to climb that mountain today!" he said. "But, it's already getting dark, and as you said I'm late for-" "I don't care! All I know is your going to climb that mountain! Now Start!" he yelled. At that moment Andrea pretty much hated her father. She hated the missions, and the practices, and her father yelling at her and not giving her water, and everything else.

Andrea started to cry. She couldn't handle this! She ran off, but of course her father was faster then her. "Look, Andrea, I'm sorry, but you must practice. You need to accomplish that mission. I'll be so proud of you, when you do." he said resting his arms on her shoulder. She decided that she wanted to complete the mission too.

Three Days Later

Andrea had finished the mission, and ready for her next one. Beating her dad to the bottom of a Strawberry Smoothie.