Honey and Glass

3. Acafellas

*Beep* *Beep*

I angrily turned off my alarm this morning. I was talking most of last night with the city spies. Brooklyn was talking about this new software that came out, Sydney was talking about her new gunpowder collection, and Rio was talking about how he got a new butterfly knife from his mother for his birthday.

I sent him some new sneakers, he always needs new ones with all the running does. Kat was helping me with the sudoku I was doing. She is always amazing at them. Sudoku is actually how I got her to warm up to me. If you know her she doesn't really like most people, or them touching her stuff so when I showed up it was hard for her to like me, but then came sudoku. I had been working on one for a long time, and she came in and solved it in ten minutes with her pattern recognition skills. Since then she's helped me, and we've bonded over random things. I got up and headed out the door for my run.

For background, I was collected after Brooklyn a couple of weeks after the Pairs fiasco. I had gotten into some trouble with the law. Well, long story short I beat up a guy (multiple guys) twice my size with some advanced martial arts no 12 year old should know. They called my mom and questioned her about how I knew all this stuff. She didn't know. This also wasn't the first time something like this happened. It was just the first time I got caught, well by the cops.

Apparently, it was caught on camera and I had been on Mother's radar for some time. He wiped the footage but kept a close eye on me.

My mother didn't know I could fight because I taught myself how to. Sometimes, I would watch others fight, but then I would see that there was a more efficient way of doing it. Soon I was making my own techniques, it just came naturally to me.

They told my mother they wouldn't send me to juvie or have this on my personal record, but they would be sending me to a camp for delinquent kids every summer and possibly during school if needed. I didn't want to go at first. It was self-defense. I wasn't a bad kid. Then, I found out about the city spies and the trials. I passed and had fun. When the others tried to spy on me on my way to the compound. No matter how hard they tried they couldn't find me.

At dinner that night, Mother explained my speciality and everyone else's. When we started training, they didn't like me so they pushed me hard to find out how to embarrass me. Not Paris though. He knew that if Mother wanted me there then I had a good reason for being there. They couldn't though because I was an excellent fighter, and knew how to disguise myself. I even found out I'm good with learning new weapons quickly.

Okay, that was a very long explanation of my past that I should've already told you. I run back inside my house and find a note on the table. It's in Blaine's handwriting.

Hey, I had early Warbler's practice and Mom left for her business trip last night while you were sleeping. I'll probably be spending the next week at the academy.

-Love you, Blaine.

I rolled my eyes. I knew mom left without saying goodbye. I heard her leave, after so many years of going on missions and having to stay alert I'm somewhat of a light sleeper. I shrug my shoulders and throw the note back on the table, heading upstairs. I don't have a problem with Blaine not being here, I will just be walking home for the next week. I shower and get dressed for school.

I grab my backpack and leave for school earlier than usual since I have to walk.

~

"Five, Six, Seven, Eight. Step and Step," Mr. Schue claps as we're doing the dance moves. "Step and step. And turn it around. Down and up. And hit, hit... down... hit..." I have to be honest, this is terrible. I mean I am in no sense a good dancer, but what the heck are we even doing?