Do not touch my diary! This is book is filled with highly classified CIA top secret information about how I went from a normal teenager to a spy. Because you reading this right now, I'll make sure to make the FIA come for you. Don't move, because yo...
I know I was suppose to update my Spy School Walking East for Monday, Wednesdays, Friday and Sunday but I didn't. I also didn't update this book on Wednesday like I promised to. I was not in the writing mood those days and had a big writing block. But now that I moved that pile of snow, I'm all good. So here is your (late but) amazing chapter you've all been waiting for. At least I hope so everyone didn't forget me right? I mean like your reading this right now so you didn't forget right?...Ah, nvm here you go. Lol.
-Oinky
HELP!!! Okay so Karen was showing me around and I nearly died when I saw a handgun in my drawer in my dorm.
"Yeah, we all have handguns in our drawers plus one under our pillows, and all CIA agents are required to carry one," Karen said, tossing me one carelessly. It dropped to the ground and made a huge boom sound. I stared in shock and Karen gave me an annoyed look like it was my fault, a new beginner that just arrived didn't catch a handgun.
"Oh sorry," she said, saying in an "I'm not really sorry" voice.
"Okay I get it, you don't want me here. But why are you so mean? We used to be great friends until Brittney showed up," I said annoyed.
"First, get things straight. I'm not your friend and was just faking it. Second, I won't ever actually be. Third, get lost from the CIA as fast as you can," she replied, flicking her hair back and then strolled out of the room.
I didn't get her PROBLEM?! This was my dorm, so saying get lost really meant to get lost herself. She was really mean, spy or not.
My temporary dorm was quite large, given the fact that the CIA had plenty of cash to spare. There was a Macbook on the table probably for me to practice hacking and a specially designed non-hackable CIA cell phone. They had a queen bed in it and looked about a hotel room except there probably were bugs everywhere around the room watching me carefully.
I knew since I was training for a mission and they weren't, I would probably get a different training to go through. So I was told to go to one of the rooms, so I prepared myself. I grabbed the handgun out of the drawer and stuck it in my backpack in a bulletproof case. Then I snatched the CIA-designed phone for me and chucked it in my pocket. And then I looked for something to wear in the closet to look professional. There I found a new CIA outfit for me to wear. I had to admit, I looked good.
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"So, it's nice to meet you Alyssa, and first things about this mission you're going to attend is that it's not going to be easy, and you need to be quick and sharp at every move you make," she declared and I felt my knees wobble a bit. "Now first, we warm up at the beginning of our training. We only have two weeks so we have to keep our schedule tight."
"We usually do five miles for..." she started and I cut her off.
"Five miles? In my gym class we barely even do a lap for warm up," I said.
