La pire mission de ma vie n'est pas finie (Going Rogue)

La pire mission de ma vie n'est pas finie (Going Rogue)

by Robin Benway, Anne Delcourt

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La suite des aventures de notre espionne préférée !
Après avoir sauvé le Collectif, la société d'espions pour laquelle sa famille travaille, Maggie s'apprête à profiter d'une année de Terminale bien méritée. La première année "normale" de sa vie, avec sa première véritable amie Roux et son premier petit copain Jesse. Mais voilà : le Collectif accuse ses parents de trahison. Pour sauver la réputation de sa famille, Maggie doit remettre ses habits d'espionne. Une fois encore.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9782092548219
Publisher: Nathan
Publication date: 07/10/2014
Sold by: EDITIS - EBKS
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 239
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Robin Benway vit à Los Angeles. Elle a gagné un premier prix d'écriture en fiction lorsqu'elle était étudiante à l'université de New York et a travaillé dans plusieurs librairies.
Chez Nathan, elle est l'auteure de Comment je suis devenue célèbre (en larguant mon mec), La pire mission de ma vie et April, May & June. Ses romans connaissent un succès international.

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"Everly? I thought i heard someone down here.", my dad said. I shrugged innocently and,chewing, said,"Mustve been your imagination." Then he noticed the streaks on my face from the tears and said,"Were you crying?" I looked at him and said sharply, "Nightmares, Dad! Gosh, why do you have to make a big deal out of every little thing?!" He threw up his hands and, backing towards the stairs, said, "All right. I'll leave you in peace to eat." When he was upstairs, i whispered loudly, "Ro?" But he was gone.***** The next morning my face bruise had turned from a sickening purple to a pale, unnoticeable whitish yellow. I sighed in relief and pulled a comb through my hair. I checked my email, then got dressed in a white spaghettistrap tank, a black My Chemical Romance tshirt, and a red miniskirt. Then i pulled on my black ankle boots. Looking at myself in the mirror, i thought, "Well. At least i look okay." Then i walked downstairs to eat breakfast. I pulled out a bowl, Frosted Flakes, and milk, and sat down to eat my cereal. I ate and ran upstairs to grab my iphone, backpack, and purse. I came down and ran out the door. When i got to my bus stop, i realized that the others were still waiting. I sighed and sat down on the bench, crossed my legs, and texted my aunt: How r u?. A few seconds later she replyed: Im fine. Wat bout u? As i was about to answer, someone stopped in front of me and said, "Hello." I slowly looked up, recognizing that voice anywhere. Nick.