S-P-Y

Hide and go egg

"Hello class, today we will be doing improv!!" And over joyed teacher says. "Everyone, you are an undercover spy, looking for a golden egg, which I hid around the room, but every time someone looks at you, you act like you are an everyday normal citizen." Again, choking on air.

Well this will be fun. I'm like an expert at this.

I wonder why.

I quickly glance around, and no ones looking at me, so I quietly sprint through a row of chairs, and search the walls for any secret doors. I found none, but there is a little switch in the corner of the entire room. I flick the switch, and a trap door opens, one I didn't notice before. I quickly look around, no ones looking, and jump in.

I start humming the James bond theme song as I explore farther in the trap door place thing.

I don't think the teacher knows this is here. Oh well. I keep going and find myself in a dimly lit tiny room. I quickly look around for cameras, findings none. I look on the little desk to find... A map? But not a normal map. Not like a streets map. It has faces on it. Families.

Family 1- X
Family 2- |
Family 3- |
Family 4-X
Family 5- |
Family 6- O
Family 7- O

Family 8 was Stacy and Tom and I. It had a circle next to it. What is this thing. Two X's, three |'s. Those numbers seem familiar.

Think think think

FAMILIES. MISSION. TwO Dead, three missing. OF COURSE. HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID.

But why are they doing it in the school?
Why is my 'family' on there?
Where are they keeping the hostages?
How did they get a family picture?

I keep thinking of questions when I decide to grab the map and bring it to the agency. I'm about to leave, when I hear someone coming down here.

Shit shīt shit shit shit shit

I quickly look around for a hiding spot, and I climb into a little crack about a foot wide in between the wall and a little closet thing. The only problem is, I can't see anything. I hear someone walk in.

"What the... Where is it?!" A female voice called out. This voice isn't familiar, and since there were only 2 suspects that were girls, it looks like their is one that wasn't on the list. "Boss will kill me if I don't find it. Shit!!" I hear her start to pull papers off the desk. This is scarily similar to when I was seven.

"Fuck, I lost it. Shit. I am gonna die." You could hear the devastation and literal-ness in her voice. Whoever her boss is, they will actually kill her. She continues to pull apart the desk, with no luck. Then I hear her storm out. After a minute I get out of the hiding spot and get out of there, going back to Acting.

No one found the golden egg yet.

These people suck.

I stuff the map thing in my fire-breathing purse. And continue to look for the golden egg, as if nothing really happened. I look around to see if anyone looks nervous or suspicious. No one does.

I make my way behind stage, and look to see if there are any secret compartments in the props. There wasn't.

Then a thought dawned on me.

"Mrs. Eevs, will you empty your pockets?" I ask her. She smiles a bit, and pulls something golden and ovalish out of her pockets.

The golden egg.

"Good job Miss White! How'd you know?" She asked.

"Lucky guess." I replied. She nodded.

"REST OF THE PERIOD IS FREE GUYS." She yells and walks off to her desk. I go over to Emma. And, of course, she's with Nate.

"Hi Emma. Nate." I tell them.

"Hai Avery" Emma says.

"Hi." Nate says.

"I didn't know you guys like acting." I hafta give Nate a shot, right?

"Yeah, I was always into it. My mom told me acting was like my sixth sense. I still don't know what she meant by that." He shrugs.

"Maybe she meant your a natural. Like how all five senses usually come naturally to people." I tell him. He thinks of it for a second and nods and smiles.

"Yeah, you're probably right. How could I not realize that?" Then he giggles. Like a girl. This made me crack a smile.

"So, Emma, where were you looking?" I ask her. She was still googly eyeing Nate.

"Oh- um. I was looking in the chairs." She tells me. I get she's not a spy, but the chairs would be to easy. Oh well.

"How bout you Nate?" He looks at me surprised, the. Answers.

"I was looking back stage to see if there was anything it could be hidden under. How bout you?" Better. Should I answer honestly? I won't mention the secret pathway.

"I was looking to see if there were any secret compartments in the props." he looked impressed.

"Smart!" Emma nodded in agreement. She got it baaaaad.

"So did you guys ever do a play? Or are you more of a musical person?" I ask them both. The talkative Emma is to busy drooling over Nate.

"I do both, but I enjoy plays more, because it focuses more on the acting than music and stuff." Nate told us.

"No way, same with me!" Emma tells him. I mentally roll my eyes with a smile.

"I like musicals, it's a better mix for me. But I still love plays." I tell them, and they nod in understanding. We continue to make small talk till the bell rings. We happen to all have the same class next also, so we walk there together. The order is Nate, Emma, Me.

"Hold up. I need to make Justin give me twenty dollars for beating him in gym." I wink at Emma before walking away. Scouting around the halls, I finally run into Justin.

"Yo. Justin." I call out.

"Yeah babe?" He answers with a smirk.

"First, never, EVER, call me babe. Second, you owe me 20 dollars." I cross my arms and he gives me four crumpled up bills. I uncrumple it, seeing four fives. "Thanks!" Then I walk off.

"Wait! I am having a party tonight. Want to come?" He asks.

"Only if I can invite my friends." His smile falters showing that there really was no party. Just trying to get me to come to his house.

"Well I don't have anymore room." He tells me that stupid excuse.

"Nah, I'll pass. Go find one of your sluts." Then I walk off. He's getting annoying. At least I got my money. I really didn't need it, but twenty more bucks can buy one of my friends a birthday gift. So... Yeah.

I run to my last class. I get there just in time. I sit next to Emma, who, surprise surprise is sitting next to Nate. The teacher comes in, and it's an old man, who looks sweet. But he also looks boring so I stare out the window.

-HEYA. CYA.-