Diary of a Spy

Friday 5/14

Hey piggies, I know it's been a while since I posted, but I'm back. I decided not to add pictures in this book because it's really time consuming to draw. When I do finish this book, I'll add them back in. But for now, I'm just going to keep it like this. Also please vote on my chapters and follow me if you like my books. :3

-Oinky 🐷 

When I finally woke up, Stacy was standing above me with disapproving eyes looking down at me. I was in the CIA hospital bed. It was like any other medical bed except that it had a lot more surgery tools probably due to the fact if anyone (me) ever got hurt by stuff like getting rambled by a car in a car chase, getting hit by a bullet, and that sorta stuff. And in my case, I bet I just woke up after fainting from the sight of the tiger.

"What the hell was that?" Stacy demanded angrily. "Do you know how long you've been out?"

"Uh, an hour?" I guessed, not knowing what to respond.

"One day!" She exclaimed over reacting clearly.

"So?" I asked not caring. "It's just a day."

"Just a day huh?" She roared. "You missed out on the canoeing lesson at the lake, parachuting lesson, and the karate lesson led by the CIA headmaster himself!"

"You mean by Mr. Hallow?" I asked her.

"No not that guy, the real CIA headmaster, er, that's classified," Stacy staggered off, not wanting to reveal his name.

"Anyways, you're missing the point! You need to catch up right on your studies, the mission is less than two weeks away!" Stacy screamed at me, returning to her normal state of annoying me. I couldn't agree less. Normally after you get hurt, you heal. You stop doing sports, school, and what you USUALLY do. But this darn wasn't the case with Stacy. It was like she was some frantic work machine.

"Uh, don't I take a break after I get hurt? Like, don't you make me do a check-up or something...?" I asked Stacy curiously.

"Hello? Are you paranoid or what?" Stacy exclaimed like her hair was on fire which in this case, it sorta was in this case. Her hair was all lined up straight and tall because she was so angry at me.

(Photo of Stacy with her hair on fire)

"You need to get training right now till midnight at night, Missy," she told me. "Get your butt moving right now, or you're screwed." And with that, she dragged me off of the chair and out the door.

Two weeks later...

And that was how I spent my days. I'm actually writing my experience about this two weeks later, the day I (finally) had a break because things had been nuts their past weeks and I was usually so freaking, darn, (sorry I don't like swearing either, but I really couldn't help it. I was tired. It was exhausting. After the 'hospital' incident, Stacy was determined to get me into shape that she actually did some pretty exaggerated things...

(Photo of Stacy waking Alyssa at 6 am)

Anyways I was so thankful that I (FINALLY) had a day off to catch my breath right before the mission. Stacy was trying to get me to exercise that day but Jamie insisted on giving me a break. Besides all that, I was assigned to do some pretty severe things during training.

Such as jumping from a plane for parachuting lessons. I told Stacy that this was ridiculous and would never happen but she was just too stubborn. That's how I found myself jumping from a plane at the CIA training base just for some escape mission. The first few seconds of jumping were terrifying. Like I mean literally. People say it's no biggie, we do it for fun but I still don't understand how FALLING DOWN FROM THE SKY was fun. Like what if the parachute had a hole and I fell to my death? Anyways I did it a few times until Stacy grew tired of me whining and just let me pass on this.

And then it was the weapon accommodation. Stacy told me to pick out some guns to use and when I told her I had practically zero experience on guns, she gave me a cold look and told me to run one hundred laps in the yard. And when Stacy finally did teach me, it wasn't pretty. The first shot I aimed at the board nearly gave me a heart attack. The movies always showed people aiming at the bad guys confidently, and without a doubt, but in real life, it was much scarier. When I aimed at the board, I did indeed hit somewhere near the center but I literally screamed in surprise at the noise. It was a lot louder than you think it is and also scarier. I dropped the gun and spread myself on the floor which then caused the gun to shoot randomly at the wall which ended up hitting the American Flag on the wall. Flames quickly spread across the walls and I grimaced. Stacy rolled her eyes then tossed an ice-cold bucket of water on the flag.

"Could you be any dumber to shoot the bullet on the wall?" Stacy demanded, rubbing her forehead. "That target was the size of New York! How in the world did you miss it?"

Next, there was bomb defusing, Stacy simply just dragged me into a bulletproof room with no windows or doors, locked it, and told me I had ten minutes to defuse the bomb otherwise it would blow up. And I'm not exaggerating, those were her exact words. "Solve it, or you're dead."

Little did I know that it wasn't actually going to blow up and Stacy was just saying that to scare me a bit and help me solve the bomb faster, but it backfired. I was whimpering in the corner for three minutes, scared half to death of my faith. I literally yelled at Stacy to let me out and I was done and sick of this dumb CIA training stuff but she rebuffed against my idea. And then after another few minutes of me screaming at Stacy, she got annoyed and told me to get defusing the bomb otherwise she'd make the bomb go off faster. That got me moving. I zipped across the room and took one look at the bomb and then nearly fainted. It wasn't exactly your typical ball-shaped ball bomb. This one was shiny black, and sorta shaped like an oval.

There was an army of wires tangled in the guts of the bomb. I took another look at the clock on the wall. I only had 20 seconds. And then that's when I lost it. I screamed and just ripped every last wire out of the bomb. But nothing happened. It just sat as I had just thrown a pillow at it. Actually, something did happen. A very angry-looking Stacy stormed into the room.

"Did I succeed?" I asked with hopeful eyes.

"No! First, that was the weakest bomb ever made. A W54! And second, that was a fake bomb. I just wanted to see if you even know anything. But no! You knew zip, zap nothing after that whole lesson I gave you!" Stacy shouted at me,

And all I could do was just look ashamed at myself. That went on for about a week every day until I sorta got the hang of the bomb. I couldn't exactly defuse it as quickly as James Bond in Mission Impossible but defused it in a way that Stacy finally just grunted at my work instead of screaming.

And those were all my classes in a day. Sometimes in the evenings, all the classmates would attack each other "for fun" and I could tell Karen and Brattney (yes I started calling her that because she was a spoiled brat and a jerk) would attack me the hardest. I see no "fun" in this. If you thought punching each other until they passed out was "fun", you might as well just go wrestling with a polar bear. Apparently, in the trainer's eyes, it was supposed to be the highlight of the day.

And then there was the backyard BBQs on Saturday. And heck, don't even get me STARTED on that. I only attended it twice, since I was only there for two weeks, but two times was enough for me. It was supposed to be a fun backyard BBQ, but it was more like, 90% fighting, 9% gossip, and literally 1% actually having the BBQ. The CIA set us up with a really nice backyard, although it was covered with barbed wires so we could run off, none of the other kids took that seriously. Brattney did all the punching and Karen did all the kicking. And yes, she wore shiny black high heels there. And each time, she made sure that the tip of her boots was sharper than a knife. Brattney punched everyone until they puked and Karen just kept on kicking everyone (especially me) until the other students got annoyed and fought back. It was nuts. It was basically just a huge wrestling fight and I had no idea what in the world it had to actually do with the BBQ backyard. :(